I was at a birthday party last night. Someone asked me how old Amelia was and I told them she was three years old.
She's four years old. Almost five.
Not sure where my brain was at the moment, but in all honesty, I think it was just wishful thinking.
When I think about her turning five years old, I get weepy.
I remember this face like it was yesterday.
She was about to do something she had never done before.
She was excited.
But she was nervous.
I noticed her biting that bottom lip.
She asked me to introduce her to one of the teachers, just so she would know someone.
She wanted to see me peeking through the glass window every time she looked up.
And now a year has passed by, just like that.
There's no fear, no worry.
She walks in and smiles and waves goodbye.
No introductions needed.
No biting of the bottom lip.
She doesn't need to see my face through the glass window to chase away the fear.
It seems like just yesterday that I was glancing in the rearview mirror to steal glances of my tiny newborn.
Time passes, just like that.
Love to all,