My Lane

It's starting to really hit me that our youngest isn't a baby at all anymore.  She's finishing up her kindergarten year at school, and for me that means she's a true student now.  Kindergarten was more fun than learning, and now the fun for her is coming to an end.  As I write this I'm pretty emotional.  I feel her "little" years slipping away and it makes me sad.  I'm so proud of the little person she is and who she's becoming, but I miss my tiny Lane.

I'm savoring these last few years of her wanting to lay on me all the time, she wanting to snuggle, hold my hand, and wants me to carry her to bed.  I love that she still loves to watch Doc McStuffins and Sofia the First before bed.  I love that she still picks me little flowers when we go on walks.  I love that look of surprise when I tell her something about the world that she had no idea about, like why there are thunderstorms or tornados.  I love that since she's learned to read, she spells out each word of her question.  I love that she still tries to cling to me when I drop her off at school or her church class.  I love the pictures she draws of her family when she's at school, and then tells me she tried to draw me the prettiest.  

I am so blessed by my two girls, and I'm making a conscious effort to slow down and really enjoy them while I have them in my care.  The world will have them soon enough...