The other night it hit me like a sucker punch of mama emotions that my girl is in her last summer of single digits. Next summer she turns 10. TEN! How is that even possible?
Wasn’t it just yesterday that we were soaking up this stage?
YMCA pool with Daddy, 2003.
The days are long, but the years (and summers) are short.
I’m going to look at this post every time I need a reminder about what is important this summer.
Walking at Grandma’s farm, 2003.
Mommy’s birthday, 2003 (let’s not talk about how young I look…ahem.)