I know my little girl is a baby, but sometimes when I look into her face, I see a KID. I wonder what she thinks about, what she dreams about… I wonder about the things that she notices, what patterns she’s recognizing in the world around her, and what’s brand new and surprising to her.
I wonder about what we’ll be doing together in 10 years, but then I realize that what we’ll be doing together tomorrow is just as much of a mystery.
Every now and then, I worry that time is rushing by too quickly, and then…
…this happens, and time freezes again. Because this 3-month-old baby?
Exactly the same as this 2-week-old little girl.