Four

She stands at the edge of the world, staring out to the water that shines golden with the coming night and she looks too grown up. And it makes me happy and sad at the same time: happy for what is to come in her long long life, happy I am here beside her, lovingly watching and helping shape her into the adult she will be; the sad is only slight, for my little newborn with milk drunk haze and utter newness is almost gone, replaced, as-though overnight by this amazing, strong-willed and independent toddler. And sometimes I miss that newborn. And sometimes, especially when her two-year-old-self sleeps for 12 hours solid.... I don't.