My kids are getting older. It pains me to pack up clothes that are too small. It hurts me to know that my daughter is hitting double digits in about a week. But before the panic of "mommyhood lost" kicks in...I look to friends and family with their own little ones. I look to their milestones as a field trip back to the moments that I cherished so long ago. I tag along sometimes. It is a celebration of them as well as a little hug for my soul. Today, I spent some time with my girls at the coffee shop. Jenne and I talked about grown up stuff one minute only for Greta and I to giggle over silly stuff a moment later. It was all leading up to a special moment in a childhood...
We headed to the library where a certain little someone got her first library card. We then looked for some books. Little Greta used her new card already and we celebrated with a ride on the elevator...up one whole floor...and back down again...without even stepping out of the doors. A simple enough ride but somewhere around floor 1.5 I took a mental photograph of this sweet little moment. I snapped it and thought about how someday when she was older I would dig it out of my memory bank and think of the little blond pigtails and our giggly little ride up and down one floor. Everyday can be magical if you just learn how to give life a ride...even if it's only one trip on an elevator.
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