My baby girl

I have been looking at this picture all day and I don't really know why I love it so much. You can't see her face that well, but just her little hands and legs remind me of how quickly they will grow. I love the birds and the ducks in the background. It makes me sad to think that she is the last one to experience feeding the ducks for the first time.

All the other kids lives seem so busy all ready and it makes me want to cherish her just a little bit more, I didn't realize how fast they would grow. I am leaving the baby stage forever, and part of me is excited about that, but a bigger part of me is sad and feels like it is all slipping through my fingers. It is amazing how quickly days and weeks end up as years.

I feel like I missed a lot of her baby time taking care of my mom. I was so stressed at the time, but I remember every time I saw her she would get so excited and feel me up with enough love and hope to get through it all. In the months after my mom's death I would sit there in my sadness, dead to the world and she would come up and play with me until I could finally smile again. She was a surprise and I wondered why God sent her to us right in the middle of my mom's treatments. I felt like I was overwhelmed as it was and I couldn't do both. Now I realize that God knew that she would help me remember that I am not just a daughter, but a mom too. He knew that she would give me hope for the future.