It hasn't been easy watching my baby grow up. She can go into the fridge and feed herself. She can now take herself to the potty and even empty and clean it out. She can say anything and everything, her favorite phrase being "It's NOT fair", when things aren't going her way. She takes long weekend get aways to her dads house and I swear she's an inch taller everytime she returns.
But there's still an instant when I know she's still a baby. My baby. When she sleeps. Cause when she dreams she takes me with her, she holds me tight and makes sure I'm always close.