Saturday, January 24, 2009
My Baby is Growing Up . . . .
We went to a wedding reception tonight for a friend of our family. After all the traditional things were done - the music was turned on and it was time to dance. I'm sitting on the sidelines (of course) trying to keep my 2 year old from setting herself on fire (she was completely insistant that she was going to climb up on every table and blow out all the candles) when I noticed something happening on the dance floor. My oldest daughter, Kylie . . . who is almost 9 years old . . . was out there dancing with her cousin. She was all dressed up, sporting her new 'high heeled' shoes that we recently purchased for her, and was she ever dancing. She was shakin' her booty, twirling around . . . and looking so grown up. This was another of those moments when I just feel like I need time to freeze. That I am not going to allow one more day to go by, because my little girl is starting to not be so little anymore. I was overjoyed and completely floored all at the same time. I never knew that being a parent was going to include so many of these moments when you feel like time is just slipping through your fingers. Can we make it stop?