Every now and again I catch a glimpse of my first born baby. Tralee will make a facial expression and in my head I'll see this:
Where or where has my baby gone? She's getting so big, so mature (as mature as a four-year-old can get), and it breaks my heart a little bit. It's so cliche to say, but it really does go by so fast! I wonder if I'll look at Tralee as I send her off to college, or if she'll smile at me on her wedding day, and I'll still see a glimpse of the baby I brought into the world. I think so. I'm so proud of the sweet, sensitive, little girl I have and I'm excited for what's to come for her, but in my heart, she'll always be my baby.