slipping through my fingers

This is my daughter. I LOVE her.

She will tell you that she is four and a HALF. Don’t forget the half because it is very important.

She likes swimming until her lips turn blue, her teeth are chattering like chipmunks and her skin is prickled with millions of goosebumps. She loves to paint, spin like a beautiful ballerina, dress up and pretend that she is a “WEAL” fairy princess and not just a pretend one and then run outside and ride her bike so fast it makes my heart stall. Her hair is always in her eyes. She loves cheese but usually only the o-nnnnge kind. When she is afraid she whispers, “I a-skeered Mommy” and it makes me want to dip her in chocolate and eat her right up! She’s allergic to nuts and will tell you so fifty million times a day. My girl makes the best faces and has an inspired giggle. She bakes a mean carrot muffin and can open her own applesauce thank you very much! If you are 9 and you threaten to run her over with your bike, you better watch out because she will flatten you FIRST.

Last Friday my girl went to school for the first time.

She was so HAPPY! I was happy for her but after I turned to walk home I found silent tears sliding down my cheeks.

And then I heard this:

Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while…

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time…

Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time…
(song by Abba)

You are LOVED baby girl. So loved.

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