I will have a two-year-old.
I've said it before, too many times, but I can't believe the little girl that she is becoming. Especially when I look back at pictures that I took just
Even noting what changes I could, I still can't fathom how she got from there to here. How she was once an abstract notion, then microscopic life-force, then fetus, then infant, then crawler, then cruiser- and now? Now, she is this amazing little person, this force of nature.
This incredible personality.
She plays peek-a-boo- but now she knows better, and she does the "hiding."
|"Where's the baby?"|
|"There she is!"|
She dances (though, she's done this practically since birth- she's just better at it now).
She plays "dress-up," and she twirls.
She has impeccable taste.
She's fascinated with the world, and people, around her.
And her brother, tiny as he is now, is not so far behind.
My two babies, what a pair they make.
I'm so sorry that I missed it, Abby Rose. But I suppose I should have learned by now not to cling so desperately to the past. Doesn't stop it from slipping by like sand through my fingers.