Tuesday, May 05, 2015
Almost by magic, it seems like Azalea has transformed into a little person. This is not to say that babies aren't little people, but now that she's older, it is more apparent that she is her own person with her own ideas and her own thoughts. She is an individual. I remember when she was just a bundle of sweet, milk-smelling smiles, balanced on my hip, covertly wiping her face on my shoulder. I remember telling her stories of my youth. Now she has her own stories.
While we might not be zip ling through the trees or exploring palatial estates, I cherish these little moments much more. For they make up a much bigger adventure, traversing the passages of time.