Where is that sweet cheeked, beautiful baby girl that lived with us for such a short time? How is it that in a figurative blink, she became this sweet, beatiful sweet cheeked happy medium sized girl we see everyday? From almost one to almost 9....Did we blink? I know we didn't miss a thing, but why is it that I can't clearly recall the way you smelled or what you said each moring when you woke up...
Now you are a medium girl, just between childhood and the pre-teen thing. You feed yourself, you clothe yourself and most importantly, you think for yourself. I forget how fast this little journey is going. I forget that I won't remember the smell of your hair the way you love silly putty and collect bouncey balls or how much you love chocolate chip Z bars, pet shops or Dolly. This is my reminder to keep my eyes a little more open and my pen handy to remember what can happen in a Blink.
