"Up!"
She reached her chubby, but tiny, arms as high as she could. It was one of her first words that everyone could understand and react to.
I bent down and happily obliged, snuggling my quickly growing baby. In a little over a year she had gone from tiny newborn to vocal baby. The months had slipped by at lightning speed.
"Up!!!"
She smiled a gummy smile. Words had power. Her words. Her power.
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"Do you think it'll follow us home?"
Her eyes were fixed on the moon. She had recently discovered it and was completely fascinated.
"We are going home now, c'mon moon."
Nearly every night that we were out, she would have these little conversations. Coaxing the moon to follow along. Her two year old brain was trying to understand much much bigger things these days.
"Mommy, can you pick it up the moon for me?"
Her thoughts were growing so fast with her, I tried to keep up.
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"Can you pick me up?"
She has been asking some form of that request nearly daily since gaining the ability to say words. I wrapped my arms around her and pretended to strain against her weight.
"I am getting so big, Mommy!!"
She was. Over 3 years old. Her body has grown, her mind has grown, her imagination and her temper. Everything is big these days. Big resistance and bigger dreams. Our days are filled with big. Small requests to wash hands or pick up toys become big. Big fights, big compromises, big sighs, big love. My little girl is big in so many ways. I relish the moments that she wants me to hold her. They are fleeting. If I blink too slowly, hesitate for a second, I may miss my chance. So, I grab it, I grab ahold of her and the moment. I squeeze her and cover her in kisses. I sneak in a head sniff. Then she wriggles free and leaves my lap for another big adventure.
My little girl is big in so many ways. She is growing. Up.
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