There are glimpses still of the little girl I choose to believe she will remain. Then there are moments I know childhood is fleeting. Giggling with friends, tumbling practice, and requests to snuggle will all too soon give way to hormones, shopping, friends, cute boys and independence.
Hang on baby, I am not ready.
Today's windchill was exactly 3. He insisted I pull out his summer clothes because he really wanted to wear shorts today. The boy is his father's child and the reason summer clothes must remain out of his reach during the winter.