and i find myself attempting to catch up.
but then i get caught up in how fast everything is going...not just one specific month.
but a couple of them strung together.
that fold into a year.
or a few years.
and suddenly, i am choked up about my baby girl not being a baby at all anymore.
an entire week passed where i was working out of town, and Mike dropped her off at soccer camp at a university 1.5 hours away. i didn't think i would miss her so dang much...but holy guacamole, these last 5 days have been rough. which got me thinking...she may only be 12 now, but then she'll be 15...and then 18...and then college...
and despite the trying times we may have between now and then, this growing up thing is BLOWING MY MIND. we couldn't be more proud of her...every quality we could have hoped for shines right through in every single thing she does. i keep getting told by people: 'just wait, your turn will come...it's going to get rough eventually'.
i don't know, i'm having a hard time accepting that.
i think it's 100% possible to raise a child that doesn't automatically 'go through a hellish teen phase' just because 'all kids do it'. personally, i'm going to place all my faith in this girl.
because that approach hasn't failed me yet.
man, am i glad she's home.