That face. It kills me. It’s funny how one little person can mean so much. I have never felt anything stronger than my love for this little girl (and her brother.) Every moment of her life, from the first time I held her to the first day she went to school has been amazing, yet bittersweet. Knowing that that face has the ability to make me love so much it hurts.
This week Molly started five mornings of preschool and it has been hard for me. She loves it, runs right in, loves going and is so adaptable. It just seems like this day got here so fast. Handing her over to others to teach is hard for me. You see, she has been mine for the past four years. She has been to school, but not every day. It almost feels like I am losing her. Next year she will be in Kindergarten and that crushes me that it has gone by so darn fast. I want to turn back time and relive it again and see that sweet baby she used to be, but still enjoy every second of her life now.
I hope she knows how much I have enjoyed staying home with her. Putting my career and life on hold to raise her has been the best thing. I have loved every moment of watching her grow and I am so proud to be her mama.