A pink radio circa 1983 was blaring, while a white t-shirted girl lay on her bed. Her feet rocked out to the rhythms. She happily hummed along with the songs, and enjoyed the moment she had. All by herself. Not a care in the world.
That was what I found my daughter doing this morning. I felt like I was watching myself from afar. It hit me as I peeked from the doorway, taking it all in. My baby is growing up. My heart beat harder in my chest, I smiled and choked back tears. I so badly wanted to take a picture. Afraid to ruin the moment, I stood and soaked it all in.