When we brought Annie home from the NICU, she weighed 4 pounds and 8 ounces.
These two pictures were taken when she 6 weeks old. As you can tell by my hand in the picture above, she was TINY.
We celebrated her 5th birthday in January. However, it didn't hit me until today that she is not little anymore. As I walked in to school this morning, I saw the set-up for kindergarten registration. I know people were staring at me when I stopped (frozen) in my tracks. Oh my gosh. I have to register Annie for kindergarten!
How on earth did 5 years go by so fast? I just can't believe it. The days of her saying things like "rockadile (crocodile), pamorrow (tomorrow), and Lylenol (Tylenol)" are almost over.
That just hearts my heart.
I refuse to believe that there will be a time in the future when she doesn't want to cuddle with me, read with me, or tell me her secrets (even though I know that day will come).
This little girl is precious...in so many ways.
She is loving, kind-hearted, silly, confident (yet, shy), and sensitive.
My hope is that she will always be as happy as she is right now.
And it won't hurt my feelings at all if she turns out like her favorite "big girl."
Growing up. It's happening. I have to find out a way to make it stop.