The smell of the heater brought warm memories to mind as I thought of Sophia's first winter and how protective I was with letting her out the door. I remember her smell, and how tiny she was, and now she's Three! and a hand full of princess all the way. Lately shes been daddy's girl, daddy's girl, anything but a mommy's girl. I have to stop and catch myself sometimes when I'm holding her as she pretends to be a baby again, fake crying and wiggling in my arms. How I wish to freeze those moments, if only for a moment to go back in time and snuggle her up close to me, brushing her chubby cheek to mine. There is nothing like a newborn, a 6 month old, even a 1 year. Oh, how time flys.
Dance class, school, putting her own clothes and shoes on, she now request that I leave the restroom because shes a big girl. Goodness, it nearly breaks my heart. But I know that there are many more memories to be made, that daddy's are important too, and that one day she'll hopefully let me babysit her own kiddos.
For right now, I'll enjoy the warmth of the heater, the quick snuggle here and there, and the pretend baby, or kitty or whatever she wants to be for that moment.
Today, we cherish these moments, and lavish in the heater finally running. We made caramel everything and let her make a mess. Today we are 3 years old and I'm loving every moment of these fleeting memories.
