The end of the school year is (much too) quickly approaching. My oldest is finishing up kindergarten. It seems like just yesterday she was looking forward to the start of VPK and here we are staring down the barrel of first grade! First grade!?!? I am a sap when it comes to my children and I tend to cry at almost every event and milestone real or imagined. I looked at my little(ish) girl yesterday and my breath caught in my throat. When did she get so tall? And so smart? Did she really just read me a whole book?! An actual book? Holy cow. Her face seems to lose the chubby baby-ness as she looses more teeth. Her little hands don’t have the dimples anymore. I can no longer spell words around her because she knows what they spell now. (Can we parents agree to not teach kids to tell time until maybe 6th grade?)
As if I wasn’t sad enough thinking my baby is too quickly growing up, I decided to re-shoot photos of her in my wedding dress. The original photos I took when she was maybe 4 and still had all her teeth, and chubby baby cheeks and still looked like a baby. (to me anyway) So I dress her up in my wedding dress and almost could see her, as a grown woman about to get married. And I got tears in my eyes. (see imaginary event and writing about it I’m trying not to cry again!) And after looking at the photos, I came to the realization that we won’t be doing that again.