Lucy lost her first tooth last week. She is elated; she has shown every person she has encountered since. This morning, she told me she dreamed that she had lost all her teeth and had her grown-up teeth. The thought of this made me so sad.
In no time, she will have that awkward kid mouth, full of holes and too-big teeth, a gappy pitstop on the way to a full-fledged grown-up face. Where is the time going (someone cue "Sunrise, Sunset" in the background, please)? While I am focused on this new, milestone gap in her mouth, I need to remind myself about where the time goes – it slips through all the other gaps between milestones.
I regularly read this blog called The Happiness Project. The writer of the blog created a really sweet, corny short movie that sums up how I feel.
