Backpacks gather. Shoes find the right feet. Dogs go into their crates and in all the rustle, bustle of preparing to leave Thursday night, I hear her Dad call out, “Can I hug nine-year-old Molly for the last time?”
She sheepishly grins and wraps her arms around him squeezing tight. I turn from my office chair and say just as loud, “Ohhhhh, I want to hug a nine-year-old Molly for the last time, too!” She smiles and opens her arms to me.
I hug her hard and I try to remember every single thing about her, right then, right in this very moment. I close my eyes and concentrate. Did six years really just flash by in a blink?
She is heading home to her Mom’s house for the weekend, and the next time I see her, she will break nine at ten-years old. Ten!
The tiny tot of four who I met all those years ago? She doesn’t miss a step as she leaps into her double digits. She does it and she does it with all the grace and muster of a grown-up, and all the soft, gentle sweetness of a child.
I can’t believe it.
It really doesn’t seem that long ago…
It’s bad enough I watched one little girl grow up too fast. Do I really have to watch another? And really, two more? What was I thinking? This is not cool. Not cool at all.
Dear Life….slow down!
I put together some photos through the years. Mostly because, I
like to cry like to see how fast they grow. Maybe it’s my proof that this all really happened, and I watched it happen.
Six years of it. Right before my very eyes.
I can’t imagine the next six.
But I guess I have to try. It’s happening…whether I like it, or not.
Happy Birthday to the biggest, brightest ten-year-old I know. You broke nine. Let’s see what you can do with ten.