It happened two days ago.
And it about knocked the breath out of me.
Not to be over dramatic. But I'm just not ready.
Plain and simple.
At nap time, Claire climbed out of her crib, opened the door to her bedroom and came and found me. On the one hand, I should feel lucky for making it this long. My 16-month-old niece has already made the move to a big girl bed, and I'm sitting here at 2.5 years with kiddos who only recently discovered the freedom that lives about three feet below them.
But how can it be time already?
In my heart, they are still just itty bitty babies.
Why is watching your babies grow up so intensely painful sometimes?