In the morning, when I get K out of her crib, I kiss her face a bunch of times over and over and over again and call her by her nickname of the moment and hug her really tight.
It seems like every time, I’m love-struck by the fact that she is mine, that I have a daughter.
As I carry her to the breakfast table I smell the scents of her – her hair, her neck and sweet face. I know she will not be like this for much longer, since I can feel in my heart how time has already passed so very quickly.
Not long ago she was my unexpected but most welcomed pink bundle. And now she’s talking like a 4-year old and her blond hair has grown so long.
There are little moments all over the place that I wish I could box up and reopen someday, rewind and be taken back to these days, so precious and few, in comparison.
But instead I’ll just try to cherish them now, as best I can, even as they slip away…
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