12 years ago today, I was counting down the days until the arrival of my first child, a baby girl.  Even though I knew that I had already been wrong about her coming a little early to be an October baby, like her parents, I was still fairly convinced that she would arrive before her due date of November 13th. Of course, I was wrong again, and she actually was born 6 days AFTER her due date!

It's hard to believe, but my first baby, the one who first called me "Mama", is going to be 12 years old in just eleven more days! I'm not sure how time manages to go by so quickly, especially when certain days seem to go by so very slowly, but here we are. D is entering her "preteen" years and although sometimes the attitude is strong (she gets that from her Mama), she is overall the most spectacular, polite, loving, caring, and even-tempered young person!

 12 years ago today, I was counting down the days until the arrival of my first child and now that she is almost 12, I'm wishing that time would slow down a little bit, almost to a pause, so that I could just delight in every moment (big and small) with her. I had no idea back then just how strongly I could love someone and sometimes it still just absolutely blows my mind.