Almost a decade. I take a lot of photos of Mallory. And each in each one I see a child who is so grown up. It’s always been like that.
One year old Mallory looked “so grown up” – no more infant eyes. All alert and vocalizing. Newly walking.
Four year old Mallory looked ‘so grown up’ – hair now, wearing ‘normal’ clothes and riding a bike.
Six year old Mallory looked ‘so grown up’. Stretching up now. Baby cheeks stretched out. Starting to read.
And now nine. Glued to the iPod. Making her own breakfast. So grown up.
Time to swap out all the pictures. I have to find a wall big enough to put them all on.
I love you my darling. With every fibre of my being.