Drew and I had such a good time with Rachel on Thursday night. She was so playful, crawling toward Drew, pretending she was going to end up in his lap, then crawling to me and doing the same thing. Both of us lifted her upside down and tickled her, which made her laugh and laugh and laugh.
That night as I went to sleep, I told Drew that there will come a day when she won't want to play with me anymore. In fact, there may come a day when she won't want to even be around me. I started really crying.
It made me aware, for the first time, how fast things pass. I thought she'd never stop being an infant. That she'd never sleep through the night. Now it feels as if she'll never walk or talk. But I'm sure that, someday, we'll put away the changing table, and the crib, and the diapers and the toddler clothes.
Now I know why it's so hard for parents to let go, and why so many of us end up wanting grandchildren -- so we can experience it all over again.
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