I've never been one who was good at change. Though I do thrive on excitement, change has always been a nemesis of sorts.
Right now, I am feeling the force of change pressing down on me.
E's room is no longer a little baby girl's room. We have moved out her change table and her original side table and moved in a big girl shelf and dresser.
She is going to be the big sister now; she will no longer be my baby.
And this fact, though wonderful and progressing, breaks my heart in two.
Life seems to move just way too fast for me; I haven't had time to adjust, to truly appreciate baby e; to hold on to all that is precious and not lose any of the little important and/or seemingly insignificant moments that are starting to drift away.
Today she is my baby, tomorrow she will be my little girl;
And one day she will be all grown up.
Can't I hold on to baby e just a bit longer? And can't she hold on to being baby e just a little longer?
Don't get me wrong, I love that our family is growing. I just want time to slow down the pace and let us all just soak up the precious one-on-one baby moments we have left.
To change...may it be slow....