My little IB is 6 months old today. I don’t know where the time went.
Or maybe I do. It’s weird how time works now, at least in regards to my daughter. She is always and everything.
She is always going to be the little wiggleworm I carried inside me for nine months. She is always going to be the sillywill that chomps on our knuckles and smiles at everybody. She is always going to be the girl who asks me to French braid her hair and snuggles with us while watching football. She is always going to be the middle schooler who does homework at the kitchen counter while her dad cooks dinner. She is always going to be the teenager who I drive to soccer games and movies with her friends. She is always going to be the college student who texts instead of calls, and brings her boyfriend home for the holidays.
She is then and now and someday. Every moment all at once. Everything that has already happened, and everything that is still possible.
I didn’t know it would be like this.
It’s funny how normal, and how miraculous, this is.