It could be a blessing or a curse that I'm updating the blog this evening. Ella is now seven years old, tomorrow is her last day of school and the dog days of summer are waiting for us to embrace each and every one of them with sunscreen, dirty feet and insect repellent.
Let's face it: I'm melancholy.
Today, she came home with her writing and illustration journal she has worked so hard on all year. It is a perfect time capsule of her life since September of 2015. I may not have been blogging as regularly but she certainly was, in her first grade way. The entries and illustrations show me what her weekends meant to her, what she enjoyed, what adventures we experienced as a threesome. It reminds me how far she has come in one unbelievably quick school year. Her journal is way better than anything I could have done.
Time. I get it - it moves fast. I was warned. Over the course of the last few weeks, I've actually yelled at Time, like it is some tangible soul lurking in my house. "Just stop, would you?!" "Slow the h*ll down for a week?!" As a parent, the fast movement of time is a difficult hurdle for me. Is it why I try to plan adventures, to seize the moment even if it was a long day at the office, to run through the sprinkler fully clothed because...well because it's just water, and why not?!
I see the beginnings of the young lady Ella will be as her big girl teeth are moving in and her legs seem to grow an inch a day.
Watching her sleep is the best and Larry and I both do it a LOT. (Don't judge) Without fail, I am transported back to our first two weeks together in China. She is still very much that rosy-cheeked Guan Man Li.
|Photographing her is my favorite. She is ridiculously uncooperative most of the time.|
PS: I blame Time for not getting this blog post up before tonight :)