Nicole turned 12 a week ago. Everyday I love her more.
The words from one of my favorite musicals
Fiddler on the Roof comes to mind as I think about her growing older...
Is this the little girl I carried?
Is this the little girl at play?
I don't remember growing older.
When did she?
When did she get to be a beauty?
When did she grow to be so tall?
Wasn't it yesterday when she was small?
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly flow the days.
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers,
Blossoming even as we gaze;
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years.
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears.
