In one week’s time we’ll have a four year old stomping around our house and I’m delighted, but holy cow….where have the last four years gone? I remember taking her first year portraits and thinking to myself that I’ll NEVER forget her at that stage. But there have been so many stages and changes in between, that first year mark seems like a long time ago. Just last week Maggie saw me writing a letter to my grandpa, and she decided to write a couple of her own, using some of my stationary, and she wrote REAL words to some of our family members. Without help. Granted, it was invented spelling, but she sounded out words and they were phonetically correct. Don’t ask me how that happened, because in my mind she’s still my baby. My first baby. The one that made me a mother. But we’re getting farther and farther away from any type of babyhood. We went to a party yesterday to celebrate my cousin’s daughter’s first birthday, and I hardly saw Maggie. She was busy playing with the other kids, watching the magic show, and generally taking care of herself in that way that kids suddenly become a bit more self-sufficient. I’m finding this happen more and more often, and by the end of the day (or event) I really, really miss my girl. But I sure do love seeing her independence blossom.
Anyhow, just sitting here wondering what happened to those chubby cheeks.