Monday, August 24, 2015

If it were up to us...

I'm going to act like it hasn't been 8 months since I've blogged.

Yesterday was a lovely, slow, drizzly Sunday afternoon. Naomi toddled around, giggled, babbled and asked us to read books to her. One of those days where we couldn't tell her no for anything. That evening, after telling her it was time for bed and she gladly headed to the stairs, my husband and I followed, watching the little diaper-clad butt trundle up ahead of us. Jim turned to me and said,

"I've caught up to you."
"What do you mean?"
"You've always said that you wish time would stop. That you wish she would stay just the way she is right now. And you've been saying it since she was tiny. Well...I've reached that point. I don't want her to get any bigger. I want time to stop right now."