I don’t know how it’s possible that it’s been almost two years since I held this tiny baby in my arms for the first time.
The exhaustion and worry of the newborn months has faded.
Her first moves up and out of infancy are memories.
I don’t quite remember the second she moved past discovering her toes and on to discovering the world.
Or when that baby face gave way to a little girl’s features.
But there’s one thing I know for sure. No matter how big this little monster gets…
She’ll always be my baby girl.