My baby. A toddler. As much as I love toddlers and all their mischievousness and fun-loving discovering, I'll miss my baby. Who am I kidding? I miss her already.
Just last week, I picked out her clothes, the sweater wasn't noted.
Just last week, she giggle-squeaed, her hearty laugh well-hidden.
Just last week, she fit snug in my arms, I wish I'd held her longer.
Today as she was skateboarding, I cracked and soaked a tissue.
I've been doing okay with all the "firsts" of my last baby. The smiles, "love you's", high-fives, steps, thank-you's and kiddes. I just wasn't planning on this one. I'm such a wimp!
Time to start marking days 'til grandkids, I guess.