This girl just had her 7th birthday. How is that possible? I feel like I am in this weird time warp. It feels like I just brought that positive pregnancy stick out to my husband, tinkering with the kitchen sink - pretending to act busy and not nervous. And then him requesting that I do it again. Because, you know, the first was obviously not conclusive.
But - then again, it seems like such a distant memory. The first month of her life was hectic crazy unforgettable a whirlwind. Everything happened at such a rapid pace that I felt like I was standing still and life was blowing us by. And now...she is 7. Although her appearance, her height (your welcome), and development might suggest otherwise. While we have a first-grader, it feels like we have been stuck in the sassy toddler stage for more years than desirable. Some moments we got to enjoy for a much longer period than most...like the baby-cuddling stage. And the learning to walk and enjoying that time where she was too small to dig in everything. But, on the flip-side, we also get to enjoy the less desirable moments, like the screaming tantrum because her sock isn't on just right. Or she has to sit in a high-backed car seat, instead of the front. (Seriously, what kind of parents are we to make her sit in a booster and keep her safe?)
I am trying hard to not wish away a stage of her childhood. So, I will be thankful for the screaming match this morning, because it was just to much work to be dressed when the bus came.
Or because Mom was helping instead of the babysitter.
On any given day...this is what we look like.
We may not have it all together. But together, we have it all.