Sometimes I have this realization that Clara won't be my little baby forever. It sneaks up on me and just slaps me in the face every now and again. She's this little person that will grow up and go to college and maybe get married and have her own little babies someday. This terrifies and excites me all in the same breath. Sometimes I wonder how my mom every let me climb trees and go on horseback rides for hours on end. How did she know I would be OK? But I guess she didn't and eventually you have to let go and that's kind of the beauty of it all, but... geez this motherhood thing does a number on you. How do you let go of something you love so fiercely and trust them to such an imperfect world? I guess that's why they are babies at first. Then little by little they gain their independence- and it's still hard- but you slowly learn to let go. I guess I can't prevent her from scraping her knees or getting her heart broken-but I can punch the stupid boy in the face. Just kidding, I would NEVER do that ;)
I love you Clara girl.
Oh and Happy Friday :)