This is the place where a distracted mother will muse.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
The dishes are clean. The crumbs are swept. The birthday girl is fast asleep, undoubtedly dreaming sweet dreams.
I should be relieved that the dishes are clean and the crumbs are swept... but I'm preoccupied with a heavy heart. I feel like I'll never be the same again. My baby is a year old. And while I'm excited to see what she'll become, I'm misty to think about what she has already outgrown.
Maybe I'll steal an extra kiss tonight and content myself to live each moment with her to its fullest. All the while looking with excitement towards what it is that is coming next.