Not a girl anymore. The days of snuggling in my arms are a thing of the past. The world grows wider for you every day. Possibilities abound.

I remember when you were young, and younger still. A distant fuzzy, foggy memory – to you. Yet, I can wander the halls of my mind and recall. Let the past be the past. Live for today.

But those everyday moments that seemed so routine reveal treasures I hold dear.

A rainy afternoon. A sleepy, spent toddler on my lap watching her show. Strange, cartoony characters like kids from her daycare dancing, fighting, playing. She reclines her little body against my chest and drifts off as a soothing lullaby concludes the show.

A perfect memory can sometimes erase mountains of pain. Or at least, put things into … perspective.