Lately when I see a baby or toddler my heart aches. My little girl is ten and I miss those years. Her little smile, her little hands, her fine hair, the way she moved, I loved every minute. I loved my pregnancy too even tho it wasn't considered an easy one, I rolled with the punches, knowing it was temporary and for a damn good reason.
At first, as she got older I didn't long for the old days, but now, her childhood is drifting away and it makes me happy and sad at the same time. Her brain works creatively and she makes me laugh a lot. She's turning into a beautiful, bright, thoughtful, young lady.
I just can't help the longing I feel for that happy little face.
