You don't know what you've got 'til it's gone. Time Flies. Take your
time, because before you know it, it's past. Time waits for no man.
Grown-ups
have a thousand ways to try and express the fact that time will not
slow down and that your life will one day be flying past you. And for
years and years we don't listen, we placate by saying, "Oh yeah, I know!
Seems like only yesterday I was a carefree kid." Or, "Yeah, Grandma, I
totally know what you mean. Can I turn on the TV now?"
But then,
like a stack of bricks, it hits you, you are the grown-up. With the
kids. And they are ignoring you, just like you did to your elders
before. In the blink of an eye my first baby has turned seven. Just like
that, like I gave birth and opened my eyes and she was a practically
fully formed human with her own opinions and emotions and quirks and
everything that happened between then and now is fairly blurry.
I
mean, I've been awake for all this, I have, and been psychologically and
emotionally present, at least to the best of my ability, but how have
seven years blown by? She's amazing by the way, so I guess I did
something right.
Happy Birthday my beautiful girl, you are so much more than I ever deserved, and amazing in every single way.
