Three Years, Seven Months
I totally forgot to do this on the day of, so I’m doing it now and post-dating it. I claim temporary insanity, because her dad was getting ready to go out of town for three days.
Little Girl is now closer to four than three. I read a quote once that said, “The days are long, but the years are short.” That’s so true. Sometimes the days seem to drag with monotony. I do treasure every day, but sometimes, especially when Mike is out of town or at work, the hours drag by. But when you put all those days together, long or short though they may be, the years are flying. My girl is not a baby at all anymore. Oh yeah, sometimes she wakes up crying at night and needs her mom or her dad, but then so do I every now and then. Before I know it, she’ll be in school, and I’ll really know what monotony is - because she won’t be around to make me smile and giggle. In the meantime, I need to appreciate every day I have to spend with my little girl - long or short - because they will be over all too soon and I’ll wonder what to do with myself…
