The moment when I realized that my baby is growing up. Feelings of pride in who she is becoming, mix and linger with feelings of longing for her to be tiny again.
She is full of life. She is Strong. She is confident. She loves.
So. I look back and smile about the good times, glean from the tough times, and pray for her future to be just as bright and beautiful as she is.
And I pray that just as she is growing, that I can grow along with her to be the mom she needs me to be.