This morning, Annabelle asked to go out to the bus by herself. I usually walk her to the end of the driveway and watch her cross the street and wave good-bye. But today she did it all by herself.
She's growing up so fast. It feels like it was just yesterday that she was a tiny, little snugglebug, wrapped in my arms and now... she's in Kindergarten. She doesn't need me like she once did and while I love seeing her growing up, it still stings.
Over the last couple of months, I've noticed little things that Annabelle does or says and I can see her in the future. A tilt of her head, an expression, a phrase and I can picture her at 16, 21, falling in love. It startles me.
I remember being little and always looking for the next thing. Time moved so slowly. A day took a year and that next birthday, holiday, vacation seemed so far away from me. Now, time moves at a blink of an eye. I laughed at Mark when he tried to convince me that he was 33, when in fact in about 4 months he'll be 35! Time seems to be moving too fast for him too.
I'm trying to cherish all of her 5 year old-ness right now. Because I look into my future and she's slipping away. She'll always be my baby but... I miss her.