How did it get so late so soon? It’s night before it’s afternoon.
December is here before it’s June. My goodness how the time has flewn.
How did it get so late so soon? ~ Dr. Seuss
Sometimes I feel that I’m a little too keenly aware of the time passing. I can almost feel my heart and my mind trying to run at that same pace, straining to keep up, and yet never quite succeeding. It’s nearly time for Sophia to return to school for another year, and I already miss her. I adore her company, listening to her babbling on to herself whilst playing, sharing her thoughts through the day, taking her out for afternoon tea (her favourite, hedgehog slice), long walks in the sunshine and playground adventures, crafting together (oh, so much craft!), just being. I wish there were more days of the holidays left, to really get to know the person she is now before things change again as they do all too quickly. I marvel at her growing up, and how much she’s grown between each set of photos I take, those precious tiny moments where the fleeting her is frozen for me to hold on to. Her many sweet, funny expressions.
And yet, despite my reluctance to let go of the now, I feel like my heart may burst with the excitement of what the year ahead will bring for her. She is full of enthusiasm for absolutely everything, her love of life shining through in everything she does. It makes it that much easier for me to ride through time as gracefully as she does. This year she starts Grade 1, she’ll turn 6, and I’ll be prouder than ever, I know already.
So we’ll spend these last holiday hours, just my girl and me. Time filled with love. And so much gratitude for it.