Decorative Packaging

My daughter is about to turn five. Wow. That’s hard to even wrap my brain around. It seems like only months since I held her swaddled in a soft yellow blankie and rocked her to sleep. That didn’t last long. She wasn’t quite a year old when she decided cuddling wasn’t her style.

Now, her long ringlets of blond hair go halfway down her back, but I can remember when I first tugged and struggled to gather thin strands of baby fine hair into a tiny pink bow. Oh how the days fly by.