My daughter is in Grade 12. Next year at this time, she will be (fingers crossed) in her first year of university, and I am feeling the pangs of separation anxiety already. The grad committee at her school has asked for a baby picture, so I delved into the picture box and her baby book to find just the right one.
…it is now four hours later. I can’t part with any pictures. It feels like I’m not only giving her picture away, but her as well–I know, I know…its nothing that a bit of therapy won’t help. I did however, come across some quotes that I wrote down in the days when my world revolved around taking pictures of every smile, and every waking (and sleeping) moment of my firstborn.