Maybe it’s in pulling out the winter blankets for the girls’ beds.
Maybe it’s in realizing how much Rachael has learned in last year’s homeschooling as I flip through this year’s homeschooling outline.
Maybe it’s in the realization that Abi no longer fits pants I got out last month.
Maybe it’s in hearing her add “certainly” and “presumably” to her 3 year old vocabulary.
Maybe it’s in watching Hannah’s eyes now open daily and soaking in her world.
Maybe it’s in overhearing Abi use words, “it’s ridiculous!” instead of screaming every time she’s frustrated (evidence of growing self-control).
Maybe it’s in the realization that Rachael will be 4 years old in just a few months.
Maybe it’s in noticing Abi’s face elongating and planning for potty training in just a few weeks.
Maybe it’s in the realization that Hannah’s 5 weeks old already.
Maybe it’s in contemplating bunking the beds after Rachael’s birthday.
Maybe it’s in looking into the “new kid room” and wondering who will be joining us
… and when
… and feeling like it is so soon
… and that I need to redress the beds in there sooner than later.
Maybe it’s a combination of all these things, but today they all just feel so big… so old… so “growing like weeds”.
Rubbing my hand through Hannah’s soft red-tinted hair takes me back to Rachael’s newness
… like it was just yesterday.
And then I see her, Ms. Long-legs, dancing down the hallway with Abi squealing and chasing her. Free and so alive.
– In the blink of an eye…
– Snuggling a little extra today.