I have no idea how it happened. But, somehow, the beautiful girl in this photo was a baby in my arms just minutes ago. I held her close and stared for hours at every detail of her face, those clenched little fists and her wispy head of hair. Me, clueless about what to do with an infant, shocked the doctors were actually letting us take her home.
Yet, we’ve managed to keep her alive for 9 years and here I sit staring at her beautiful face and sun drenched hair. Now my fists are the ones clenched, knowing that at 9 she’s halfway to college. It makes me cling tight to today….and tomorrow…and the days to come.
So, I’ll play Monopoly 12 times in a row and read Boxcar Children books until I go cross-eyed. I’ll remind the kids not to run in the house. Again. I’ll lose my patience and then gain even more. I’ll stay up late doing school projects, watching movies and writing in journals. I’ll search for lost library books, brush doll hair and trip over shoes.
And I’ll drink in every moment, because 9 years goes by in a matter of minutes, it seems.