Moments

Sometimes I feel a little like these days are sand...slipping, slipping, slipping away so quickly. I try to grasp at them, to catch the moments, but there are so many and they are coming so fast.

She's growing and changing more quickly that I ever could have imagined. Parents always say that but I've never understood. Time is time. It can't possibly speed up just because of a baby. But somehow it does. It flies by. Even though the days are long and sometimes the nights are too, I look back and wonder where it all went. 

 

Just a couple weeks ago she was a bundle of blankets. Now this bundle is smiling and kicking and rocking my world with her tiny cooing. Sometimes at night I feel like I can see myself looking at myself, trying desperately to make myself realize that I can't catch these moments when they are gone. I want to grab my phone and throw it so I look at her face, not the screen. I want to put down the camera and capture the moments, not on a tiny digital card but on the only place it really matters...on the folds of my heart. One day when she's old and I'm older, I can look back on these moments, on these tiny grains of sand, and grab one or two that have been locked away in my heart. 

This is what matters. Not cars or houses or tv or Facebook. This.