Independence

Independence is good, bad and sad. Good because it is the natural progression of things, bad because sometimes it makes things take soo long and sad because it means my baby isn't a baby any more. I often think about the things that I unknowingly do for the last time and wonder how many more there will be. The thought of the last nighttime snuggle makes me as sad to think about. If only you could slow down each moment and squeeze as much goodness out of it as you could before the moments passed by like the blink of an eye.