I think we can also officially call her a walker. Oh, how it almost hurts to type that. In my head I know she is pretty much a walker, but in my heart she is NOT. How can my baby be walking? How can she be turning one in a little over a month? How did it happen so fast? Each day I look at her and can't believe the changes I see in her. I think part of it is just the not knowing if she is our last or if we will someday have another precious baby. I want to cling to each moment, each milestone but they come so quickly and just take my breath away.
And then there is our first baby, the one who made us a mommy and a daddy. She has transformed into a girl before our eyes. Amazing! Why does it have to go so fast? Some days she wants to be a little girl and some days she wants to fill our shoes and be grown up.
I stumbled on this quote the other day and it is exactly how I have been feeling lately, exactly how I want our days to be.
"Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day, I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return."
-Mama
