Almost

I simply cannot accept that July is nearly half gone.
The days just keep rolling.
The years that used to drag along now seem to pass when I blink.

This sweet little girl is turning nine next month.

She made me a mother. 

And we are growing up together. 

Time feels like a faucet that won't turn off. 

I can't hold on.

She wants it to move faster. 

I want it to freeze. 

I know we are on the edge. 

Toes hanging off. 

Change is coming. 

She is bursting with personality. 

And attitude. 

Total confidence and total apprehension. 

I like her. 

Happy (almost) Birthday to the true love of my life.