Just the other day, I had a fleeting thought, entertaining the idea of a conversation without Dora or Diego or Power Rangers on in the background. And as appealing as that still sounds, I also know that time: it flies. It runs and scurries and silently swooshes through days and weeks and months. And a today that's filled with tiny Legos and ninja costumes will soon -- way too soon -- be replaced by big-kid-isms.
Although we would all probably prefer a life less invaded by Nick Jr, I'm so not ready to leave behind the delicious days of being almost-five and two-and-a-half.
Something that was incredibly evident when I added the homemade baby food cookbooks to the garage sale pile.
Dear time: pause. If only for a little bit.