I know it won’t be long. 9-2-12

My helper at work

It won’t be long until simply pushing the cell phone a few inches won’t be out of your reach.

It won’t be long until those shaky legs will be planted firmly in front of one another, and your world will become smaller.

It won’t be long until those fuzzy, tiny curled up hairs on the back of your head will become big curly locks to complement your crystal blue eyes.

It won’t be long until we’ll have to put away your pretty size 9 and 12 month summer dresses to trade them in for larger, warmer winter clothes.

It won’t be long until the song that only you know of Ayy-yay-ee-ay will become ‘E,I,E,I,O’s’ and ‘B*I*N*G*O’s’.

It won’t be long until we’ll see your first tooth, and you will be able to have your first Cheerios.

It won’t be long until you’ll stop pulling out handfuls of Mommy’s hair and be able to blow her kisses.

It won’t be long until you’ll be able to say Grandma’s name, figure out who she is, and use that to get everything that your mommy won’t let you have.

It won’t be long until you can tell mommy if you’re hurting and where, and she can stop wracking her brain to keep you from being in pain.

It won’t be long until you can figure out how to wrap me around that little finger that you use to hold mine, even more than you do now!