Enjoying her fluffy hair bow and sassy boots, Alexandra toddled happily around Max's school when we dropped him off yesterday morning.
I said, "Let me carry you up the stairs. I don't think you can make it."
"Sure, I can." She lifted her tiny foot high in the air, pulled on my hand, and climbed the stairs.
Max's eyes were as wide as mine as we both laughed. Not only did her speaking astonish us, but she'd spoken in a
sentence!
Alas, this mama's heart wasn't done with surprises that morning.
The three year old class was playing outside as we left. Most of the boys zipped around on tricycles.
Alexandra waved at them.
One of the little boys removed his feet from the pedals to slow down. "Hi, cute baby."
My heart seized.
In a very short period of time, those trikes will be replaced with fast cars.
Those beautiful, round faced boys will be handsome young men with
muscles.
And my eager little girl who scampered away from my hand to clutch the fence just to be closer to them will be . . . a teenager.
For now, though, she still wants to triumph over walking up stairs while holding my hand.
I'll follow her lead and take it all one step at a time.
