This morning on the way to school, Lovegirl and I were reviewing the months of the year, our various telephone numbers, and our address. She’s got the months down, she knows our cell phone numbers – we’re working on the home number, and can recite our address with a little prompting.
All of a sudden, my mind flash-forwarded and I pictured us in the car reviewing multiplication tables instead of debating whether or not she needs a cell phone so she can have a phone number too. (Rest assured, she does not need and will not be getting a cell phone at the ripe age of 3!)
This morning, I really realized how fast time flies – particulary when it comes to raising this precious girl of mine. In a few years, I’ll look back at this time in her life, remembering her love of all things pink and purple, her innocent determination, and her propensity for drama with a nostalgic sigh – and wish we could relive these days.
And I shed a few tears, drying them quickly so that I could drop her off at school and watch her walk down the hall, away from me.
“The days are long, but the years are short.”