This past birthday weekend marked me officially turning another year older and though I still feel like that awkward 18-year-old my husband met in undergrad 10+ years ago, the little creature I birthed serves as my reality check.
Where is that baby I labored to spew forth into this realm?
Where is the tiny human I cradled at my breast as she fed?
She's a walking talking person who starts preschool in the fall!
When I look at her I see the beginnings of her own epic life journey and I am both excited and jarred by this truth.