My Little Itty Bit

I know, I know, we all say it... But it's true...

Seems like I just brought this thingy dingy home from the hospital...



Seems like only last week that I was so frustrated with the sleepless nights and the endless messes. Cleaning high chairs and bottles and butts...



I would swear she was just learning to walk. And she was just up to my knee.



It's hard to imagine that years ago she celebrated a different birthday with the seals at Grandma's Aquarium.



And now look at Itty Bit....
6 Years old. How the heck did that happen???
Every year, I feel the same... like I turned around and they grew up.



Though this time I fear the only thing that grew was her hair.

This morning she informed me, as we walked to the bus stop, "Mom, 6 year olds don't hold their mother's hand." I'm sorry to inform you, Itty Bit, but you will always be my baby, and I will always hold your hand.

Could you do Mommy a favor, and slow down a little?
Happy Birthday Itty Bit.