Alice wearing a hand-knit sweater that belonged to my mom, circa 1958.
With only four days to go until her 2nd birthday, I'm starting to feel that familiar nostalgia as I remember and relive the days leading up to the moment that Alice was born. I don't feel nearly as emotional as I did last year, though, and no tears have been shed yet. I'm just more surprised at how quickly this year has gone compared to my first year as a mother.
The days are long but the years are short saying has never been more true than during that first year of motherhood.
My little Love Bug is no longer a baby. She is a little girl! And every day she amazes me with what she has learned and all that she can do. Since Alice might very well be our only child, I am trying to slow down and relish the toddler tantrums and her desire to constantly be held versus wishing away these more difficult stages. I've squandered away too many moments with the idea that I'd go through it all again someday with another baby.
If I could go back and snuggle her newborn skin again or nurse her once more, I would do it in a heartbeat. But I can't so I am learning to love every moment and every stage and every meltdown of her little life right now.
Because the days are long and the years are so very short.