I just wrote an email with the title:
[well, technically, it said her name, but since this is the blog, you'll just have to deal with the anonymity, eh?]
This email title kind of freaked me out. I mean, I remember sending a similar email just yesterday that had the title, "#1's Baby Blessing." I swear I did! Didn't I?
When did she grow up? Isn't she still that tiny baby who I snuggled and held in the night? Isn't she still that little girl who introduced me into an entirely new world called motherhood? Now she's tall, she has big feet, she's losing all her teeth (and getting a very crooked set), she laughs at grown-up jokes, and she reads novels. When did this happen!?
Granted, her baptism won't be until May, but still...it's been almost 8 years. I know to parents with children getting married, going on missions, or heck! entering high school may scoff and laugh at my astonishment at how time has multiplied so quickly --and that's okay. I'm sure I will feel the same way now as I will when she turns 12. And 16. And 18...and goes to college...and gets married...and has her own babies. But for now, I will be grateful my astonishment is only at seeing her reach the age of accountability. Eight years old is still young; I have her for a few years, yet!
It's still weird, though. As per a conversation with my mother:
me: Mom, I'm going to be 30!
mom: I know.
me: Isn't that crazy? Doesn't that just weird you out?
mom: No, not really. It's not weird that you are turning 30 --but it's weird because it means I'm old enough to have a 30 year old! What does it say about my age!?
See. It's weird I have an 8 year old (almost). Where, oh, where did the time go?