My Baby is Eight

Yesterday this beautiful little girl turned EIGHT!

 

 

My baby's eight.   

How can this be happening so fast?

 

 

When she was one, she carried two pacifiers around in her mouth and three in each hand.  They were purple.

When she was two, she had a voice deeper than her Father's. 

When she was three, she would scream bloody murder when Mommy or Daddy left her with anyone other than us.

When she was four, she still needed me to fall asleep with her.

When she was five, I told her now that she was a big girl she needed to fall asleep by herself.

When she was six, I felt like she needed me less and her friends more.

When she was seven, I felt like she was leaving for college at any moment. 

And now that she is eight, I just wish for time to slow down.

 

 

My little birthday girl, I love you more than I ever thought I could love someone.

Comments

[Gabriele Agustini]

Beautiful... just beautiful.
The post and the child!
xxxx