Dear Quinn ~
You are laying beside me asleep on the couch. Under the weather. Just a few weeks into your first year of school and you have caught a bug. It went through your sisters last week and I thought maybe it would skip you. But here we are.
You started school and you grew up right in my rear view mirror. I picked you (and your sisters) up from Gramma and Papa’s and you sat in your seat behind me chatting and chatting about all things that four year olds know when they go to school. I couldn’t really believe my ears and when I caught a look at you in my rear view mirror, I didn’t recognize you. There was no way this four year old was my little girl. My baby.
It was my baby and it hit me just how that one act of independence, of you going to school on your own, matured you. When I looked at you in my rear view mirror, my eyes searched yours for that baby that I still wanted you to be. I don’t see much of that baby anymore, she is being replaced by a beautiful, charming, funny and very talkative young girl.
Those glimpses of my baby are becoming fewer and further between. Sometimes I see her as you sleep. Or when you are tired. Or today, when you are sick. You crawl into my lap and fall asleep.
But, like in the picture below, I mostly see the amazing you. As much as I think time is passing us by far too fast, I can’t tell you enough how blessed I feel that I get to spend this time with you.
Mama loves you, Quinner.
Love Mama
