Breaking Nine

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…

Molly at four years of age.
Molly at four years of age.

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!

::Sigh::

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.

Molly - Easter 2014 - almost 10.
Molly – Easter 2014 – almost 10.

Happy Birthday to the biggest, brightest ten-year-old I know. You broke nine. Let’s see what you can do with ten.

12 thoughts on “Breaking Nine

    1. Yes, I think that is what 10 means. The beginning of the end of innocence as they become more realistic and the magic of make-believe fades. Too short those years! Way too short.

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  1. “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.”

    Beautifully expressed post, Angelia!

    Doesn’t it just blow you away at how fast time flies?

    Great photo collages. Molly is such a pretty young lady. Love her eyes!

    Hope all is going well with your husbands shoulder.

    Have a super week, my friend!

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    1. Hi Ron!
      He has been working non-stop and has no time for shoulder pain or pain pills. 😦 Poor guy! I know he needs rest. At least he is handling it all well. Two more birthdays coming up – my almost son-in-law today and my daughter is next week! Goodness.

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