On Growth
Sometimes it comes when you least expect it.
We were fooling around in the front hall waiting for the bus when I snapped this photo and later when I had time to review - I could not recognize her. She has grown so much.
That's a girl in that photo. Not daddy's little girl and definitely not a baby any more. In fact, my baby didn't even want a kiss or hug on the way out the door and God forbid I wait with her for the bus. Like OMG DAD, so embarrassing.
I was told in so many words that the furthest I am allowed to go is the threshold of the front door and that's it. I can wave from the front door because Dad - I don't need to be babied any more. I've got this.
I thought I had more time before I went from fun Dad to embarrassing Dad, but apparently not. I thought I had until the tweens. I feel ripped off. Five years is all I get?
I guess that's why I am writing here - to document the growth. It's not for the audience or the clicks or the chance of going viral.
It's because I don't want to miss a minute of it.
