In an ironic twist of fate, this morning I rolled out of bed at 6:30, got into my car, and drove to the exact same place M and I drove to exactly 5 years ago.
That day I looked like I’d swallowed a watermelon and I was more than ready to welcome my baby into the world.
This morning I was sporting workout clothes and running shoes and definitely didn’t have an overnight bag with me.
The YMCA where I run is located right next to the hospital where both girls were born. The window I stare out of as I cover my morning 2.5 miles doesn’t face the hospital, but it didn’t stop me from reminiscing as I watched the sun come up today.
That’s a LONG time. Where did it all go? I look back at photos and I can’t help but wonder how the time has flown by so fast. Then I look up at the child herself and I’m amazed at how articulate, how funny, how real she is.
Little L is my mini-me. We think the same way, like the same foods. I see myself in her in ways that both amuse and terrify me. But I have such passion for this little girl. This little spitfire who I know will give us hell as she becomes a teenager.
|She still makes that pout.|
So let the teen years come. We’ll face them head on. In the meantime, we’re going to thoroughly enjoy the ones in between.
|How can you not love a child who gets that excited to be opening a package containing raspberries?|