In just one short week, my last baby, my only girl, will turn one year old. My days of mothering an infant are officially over. To say that I have mixed feelings is an understatement. On the one hand, I’m excited at the prospect of the next chapter of life and motherhood. There’s a freedom that comes with a full night’s sleep, and being able to ship the kids off to the grandparents’. But I will miss the tiny heads who’s smell can intoxicate in one midnight sniff. That teeny little butt that fits right in your hand.
Time passes, fleeting seasons of motherhood change and evolve. While I can’t wait to watch you grow, please slow down my Tiny Dancer, just a bit.