I don't know how, but this baby is going to be 5 in just a few days. My momma heart is so torn! She is growing in her independence. She is smart, sassy, and so funny. She makes friends wherever we go ("hey can we be best friends?" is the usual line she uses 😂). She is inquisitive and asks about 6 million questions a day, many of which I can't answer. She loves Jesus and sings to him with me every day and talks to him every night. I'm so proud of the little lady she is becoming.
Yet, I'm so sad. This sweet girl made me a mommy. I was 19. I was terrified. I was clueless. Then I laid eyes on my baby girl with fuzzy hair and big eyes and we figured this life out together. She's been my little buddy, unknowingly lifting me up in rough waters. I've cried when I thought I was failing her, and we've celebrated every little victory together (hello, first full night of sleep, learning ABCs and shapes and colors, potty training, first dance recital and the list goes on).
I don't know how time has slipped away so quickly. Today we walked to the park, she was singing 'Jesus loves me', and I held her hand a little tighter, realizing that soon enough she won't want to hold my hand anymore. If anyone can figure out a way to pause time, let me know ASAP ❤️