You keep doing it.
You keep getting bigger.
I read this yesterday...
Somedays you turn again and there it is again, how we once were, one, how I'd hold you and you'd meld into my shoulder, damp and drowsy.
You'll be 4 soon.
I hear it said often that time will fly as we raise you.
I've learned that, that "flying time" is not just time lost, or gone too fast, but it is made up of something a little more difficult.
It's called, letting go.
As time swirls on & we watch you grow, harder questions about you emerge.
As it always will be.
It's hard. Hard to know what is always best for you.
Because, I know what I'd like, but then again, it's not all about me.
It's about you. And the plan that was made for you long ago.
And that is hard too. When will it never be about me?
When will I ever think about the best for others with no concern for me?
The Lord is teaching me.
And as you keep growing bigger, I keep growing too.
Being a parent is an interesting thing.
It is full of joy & sorrow. Pain & celebration.
But. I promise you, we will always be full of joy for you & who you are becoming.
It is a joyous, infectious feeling catching the glimpses of that mighty woman slowly growing inside that little body of yours.
You are cherished and treasured.
We are so grateful we get to walk this road with you, little big girl.