My baby turns one on Saturday.
How the hell did that happen?
When did time slip through my fingers? It seems like just yesterday that she was pulled from my body and slapped on my chest.
She's grown so fast, so quickly. She has nine teeth. She can walk and run. She climbs. She destroys. She babbles.
She is my little girl, my heart of hearts...
I just want to bawl.
And then wrap her up in my arms and demand she stays my baby forever as I smell her sweet little head.
But she won't let me. She has things to do. Toys to pull apart. Her sister to torture.
And my heart to break... My sweet, sweet Turtle.