Goodness Gracious, my baby is 9 today!

I woke up today and realized that my baby girl, my little Hannah Banana, is nine years old! That's just one away from double digits!! This is the baby girl that was supposed to stay a baby for me. She was supposed to always toddle around my house saying, "I wuv you, mama" and I was supposed to fit her right in the crook of my elbow in the rocking chair and read Goodnight Moon and Make Way for Ducklings. Forever.

But, this morning I realized that she is taller, older, and not at all toddling around my house. More like skipping and singing hard songs with trills. She is reflective and thoughtful and asks the hard questions. (Like "What's a eunuch?" after a particular reading in Acts)

Somehow when you're in the trenches of stomach viruses and babies that cry all night, you forget how fast time is flying by. I forgot this week dealing with a dreaded stomach virus. The days lately have seemed very long. Until this morning. This morning I remembered just how short they are.

The days are long but the years are short.

Happy Birthday my big growny girl, Hannah Banana! I love you more than Ghirardelli Peppermint Bark!