My little girl turned six last week. She seems so old.
Time hasn’t exactly flown by. I write to my daughter every day, so perhaps that helps me mark time well, but time is still moving forward, incessantly so, and my girl is getting bigger, more independent, and more autonomous by the day.
If I could, I would freeze my kids at exactly these ages forever. Six and two. I don’t care about the diapers, the babysitters, or even the car seats. I’d go all-in on six and two and be happy forever.
When I tell this to Clara, she says, “Daddy! It’s my job to grow up!” Sometimes she sounds much more mature than her age.
