When my youngest daughter was born we thought of the kids in groups of three. There were the "big kids," my two oldest who were 10 and 12. There were the "little boys," who were 4 and 6. And there were the "little girls," newborn and almost 2.
NOW, the older of the "little girls" is, at this very moment, attending her last day of grade school.
SHE'S GOING TO HIGH SCHOOL IN SEPTEMBER!!!!!!!!
I hate to use the trite expression that aging parents always use but,
How did this happen?!?!
My lesson for today is to spend every day loving my kids and appreciating every moment because the time continues to slip through my fingers like water.