It was just occurring to me, as my five year old snuggled into my hip with her powerful little body, that as free and easy as the snuggles are, some day will be the last one.

One day, not all that long ago, she wore her last diaper, and she drank from her last milk bottle, and she wanted to nurse on my “boo” for the last time.

There are so many “firsts”, and so many new “big girl” moments…first day of Kindergarten, first time using her own body for momentum on the swing, first cartwheel…

But, there are so many corresponding “lasts” and today I just want to hold her close as she parades around in her Christmas Doc McStuffins outfit, holding her new Lambie stuffy, and try to keep her just as she is for a bit longer.

My youngest love