This summer was good to us. Each year is different with a growing bambino. Yes schedules may be similar + little details in the mundane are the same but there is something new every year. Whether it be a motor skill or language development, it's like there is a brand new kid around constantly. Especially when it comes to her favorites + preferences. She changes with the seasons. She is leaving this summer as a 3 year old + entering a season in which she will turn 4. Four! I try to stay so positive when it comes to her but a little piece of me dies everyday when I stop + think she will never be this little again. She is a day older everyday + the baby I've known for so long is changing into a little girl bit by bit. I still see her little baby face, with no hair on her head, in her eyes when she smiles or gets upset but she looks to grown up to me these days. Makes me cry to think about not holding her in my lap or picking her up when she wakes up in the morning just as I did when she was a newborn baby. I am so grateful she's healthy + happy but it is all so bittersweet. Life is but a fleeting moment in time. I want to remember every minute of hers.
