Time Flies

Just yesterday, I held her in my arms as she squirmed, cooed and gurgled.

Last week it seems I cuddled her, holding her hurt knee and telling her it would all be all-right.

I watched with pride as she momentously trundled across the room, beaming with a tremendous sense of accomplishment as only a 2 year old knows.

I watched doctors give her a needle as big as her whole arm as she screamed confused at the smells, noises and coldness of the hospital.

I laughed with her as she'd nudge my leg, sitting beside me on the couch, all the while not looking, and acting innocent.

I've witnessed her intellect deepen and broaden, with the same burning ball of curiosity at the centre.

I've seen her physically grow into an unrecognizable pretty woman, ready for all the world has to offer.

And now, she's done her first year away, succeeding magically at school, more balanced, poised, funny and interactive than almost anyone I know. How did this happen ? How did I look away for an instant to find she's grown up.

I'm proud of my little girl as any parent would be, and saddened that this part of our lives together is gone, to be remembered in photos only. I'm seeing the speed of time today, it's relentless movement, and wondering at where it's gone. There's a lesson here I'm sure, but right now I'd rather just quietly remember my little girl.