“For the Love of Coffee Breaks” is a regular Wednesday feature on this blog. Dedicated to yesterdays – mine and maybe yours – when time moved a little slower, entertainment was found in our imagination, and socializing was done face to face. So please grab your favorite beverage - mine is coffee - slow down and enjoy this moment.
My oldest baby girl will turn 21 on Friday.
I’d like to say, “When did that happen?”, but I watched it happen. And while the memories fly past me in a blur, I can pull one out before it’s gone and exam it. Hold it in my mind and turn it over and over.
Like the first official day home from the hospital. I woke up that morning in a panic because the sun was shining and I realized that I had slept the night through. I thought all kinds of horrible mommy thoughts in the two seconds before I could see her in her cradle. There she was, beautiful, awake, content. Just waiting for mommy to notice her.
Here’s another memory of her in her highchair. She never could make it through her supper without falling asleep in her food.
There she is squirrel hunting.
Oh! She’s earning her black belt! It was thrilling and nerve-wracking watching her spar the other black belts for an hour.
Yikes! Drivers’ Training. We’ll put that memory back.
She’s so beautiful.
It took forever to curl her hair.
So proud of her accomplishments.
I cried more than I thought I would.
Now she’s out on her own.
Working and paying bills.
How can that be?
When I look at her, I still see her like this.
Happy Birthday Baby Girl