The changes are subtle in the photographs. Shorts once at or slightly below the knees now are above them. Hair is longer. Face is more defined. Feet are larger and shoes are different.
She looks so much older. So grown up. So something that I cannot fully put my finger on. So 1st grader.
She is the same in many ways and so different in others. Her personality, while still sensitive and sweet, is also more defined and fiesty. Her pool of friends has broadened through Girl Scouts and Soccer and day-to-day school activities with a new group of kids. She's no longer a baby but still wants to crawl in my lap and be cuddled. She is gentle and kind and cares about others around her. She can now read and do math and has a loose tooth. We got her ears pierced. She can make her own bed and pick out her own clothes. She does things without us but often looks back to see if we are there. She has passion and grit and determination but still lacks confidence and trust in herself to see how great she really is.
They say these days go fast. To cherish them and hold them close. Live in the moment. Stop and smell the roses. Seize the day. All that jazz. Which is often easier said than done when you are a working mom with two kids and a husband and a life and bills and god knows what else that can be thrown our way on a daily basis. But I am trying to slow myself down so that I can continue to be a sponge that absorbs all that is this little girl and her magnificence. She deserves that.
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