My girl was born on a Friday. This coming Friday she'll be 11 years old. She believes it's her luckiest birthday so far.
Last year when she was turning 10 years old, I had a hard time digesting the fact that she was going to be a double digit age. Two numbers old! What?! Where did the time go?
I'm not one to give out parenting advice. Having only 1 child, I'm learning my own tricks as we grow, and let's face it ... the advice is unwanted unless it's asked for. (And even then, who knows if what works for me will work for you?)
But I share this sentiment with each and every new mama I meet without hesitation:
Savor every moment.
What I remember most before we had Angie in our lives is that time seemed endless. There was always time for whatever it is we wanted to do. Days blended into weeks, months, and years without us (Zak & I) giving a second thought to time and its passing.
And while the clock ticks just the same as it did then, somehow I feel as if I've only blinked my eyes and eleven years have passed. There is still time for everything except now as the days pass, this girl just keeps growing. Bittersweet.
Eleven years blessed with her presence, her beauty, and her kindness. Eleven years of loving this giggley, sweet girl. It feels like a blur, but at the same time, I remember everything.
Note to self: It's time to get over the time thing, mama. Just let it flow as it always has and live what you know: Savor Every Moment.
Excuse my absence, but we've got some living & celebrating to do!!
I'll be back to blogging next week.