It feels like yesterday...that she was so tiny.
In two days she'll be 10 months old. Last night, she started crawling on all fours. And like always, I felt the surge of mixed emotions....excited for the next step and a nagging sadness over saying goodbye to yet another baby stage.
I have breathed in every moment of the last 10 months. I can't say that about my first three babies...back then I didn't understand how fleeting the time was. How I'd look at a baby one day, and a 3rd grader the next. Wondering how their feet got so huge, without me even noticing. How does that happen? I see him everyday.
I'm learning to breathe-in the moment. No rushing it. No trying to slow it. Just living it. The 3rd grader, the 2nd grader, the 5 year old, the baby. Trying to embrace it, yet not hold on too tightly...because it's a moment. They're meant to grow...I'm meant enjoy the moment and trust that God holds the future.