On being a mother...

... the days go by so fast now. At night as she lays sleeping in between my husband and I, I'm suddenly aware of how much she's grown. She's no longer a little bundle of blanket tucked in the nook of my arm. She's all bed head and kicking legs and flailing arms.
I think of the future, our future together. How life will be when she's 10 years old. I'll be baking cookies and she'll float through the kitchen on the way to a play date in our front yard. She'll say "Love you, Mom!" and it will catch in my heart - the joy it is to be a mother and how lucky I am to be hers.