I had a dream I was standing by my two year old girl looking in a mirror. I gleefully lifted her and spun her around, then we looked in the mirror together and smiled at out happy faces.
Then I woke up to the real world where this toddler is really 12 years old and loves Yearbook club and playing X-Box with dad.
I never liked fall, but these past few years it’s growing on me. I think of baking and Christmases past. But mostly I feel sentimental about my little girls. Because all I ever wanted to be was a mommy, and now one is at work and one is in college, and I’m left feeling like sand is slipping through my fingers on most days.