I could stare at her all day…
She is so very precious to me. She is my baby, and I am torn. Part of me wants to keep her small forever…to cary her, and baby her, and take care of her. I am surprised every time I pick her up, and she is heavier. It was only a year ago that she was in tiny little 12 month clothes. How did she get so big? When?
Part of me doesn’t want her to grow up! But the other part of me is enjoying and embracing the small bits of independence she shows every day. I love that she heads upstairs to get her animals or even her socks, without needing me to go. I love that she will get a tissue an blow her nose without my help.
Those little bits of independence are worth celebrating! But part of me is still torn…and wants to keep my little girl a baby.