Time Moves Fast

 And we all know it goes faster the older we get... 

E ran down the hall screaming, "I choose my own clothes!" -door slams- 

-door opens- 

"And don't come in here!" 

-door slams- I chuckled to myself and slightly rolled my eyes. 

In the kindergarten classroom, I sit with her at a tiny table and watch as she displays her recent piece of art. Her explanation is weird, dabbling in circular reasoning, and long. But I am quite in love with this whole experience and just listen.

Today she sobbed and clung to me while stating she didn't want to be at school, she would rather be at home with me. (Except I need to go to my own school...) She calms down after hugs and kisses, being rocked/held, and after explanations were given. 

None of these situations ever bothered me. Except the last one touched a little closer to home than I wished. Time went by really fast. I feel like it went too fast. All my complaining about being tired, long hours of sitting with the case manager, and stressing over THE paperwork, was all worth it because we ended up with a wonderful kiddo. Here we are wanting to do it all over again. This year I feel like I felt before we had E. Just a little more desperate and a lot more wanting to have a baby again. It just brightens up my life every time we go through a behavior or some new experience, and then I get sad and pray that this wouldn't be the last time we go through the "flipping fours." (The real word is not flipping...) 

In just a few short weeks we close the chapter on the 4s and move into the independent 5s.  There is something a little more somber about this birthday to me. If I could, I would repeat it all over again. I mean "we." OK! Yes, we would do it all over again! As you know- it takes two to tango when you are married!!