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It’s been just a bit more than twenty-four hours and I’m still having problems wrapping my head around the fact that my daughter is two.
Two Years old.
My problems could be due to the sleep deprivation experience over the previous few days, but I’d like to attribute it to my inability to accept that my little baby is growing up fast. To paraphrase almost every single other adult who has ever had children, one day I’m going to turn around and find her telling me that not only has she grown up, done all her schooling and found a nice job, but that she’s also borrowing my car for the evening so that she can meet up with Brad, the nice boy from across town with hair and clothing and the…manliness whom I completely don’t approve of but she’ll probably end up marrying the next day anyways.
I think about these things a lot. Probably more than is healthy.
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