Last weekend while on a walk with my little lady, I heard a car coming up the road behind us. I could hear it starting to slow down and move "cautiously" around us. When I looked back to see what the car was doing (hoping it wasn't a creeper in a window-less van or something) I saw a small convertible with the top down. In the driver's seat was a teenage girl gripping the wheel at "10 and 2." In the passenger seat was an older guy (her Dad I am guessing). I could tell the girl was nervous by the look on her face. She was smiling, but it was a "Omg I am driving! Please don't let me hit these people!" smile. And the Dad looked over at us, gave a nod and glanced at Samantha. He then looked back up at me and smiled. His smile was more of a "You'll be here someday. Your baby girl will be all grown up and driving" smile. I watched them drive away at ten miles an hour and I got a little emotional. I looked down at Sam. She was fast asleep, still gripping her snack cup and cheerios and puffs all over her lap. My little tiny beautiful girl would be driving someday. Someday, that will be us her at "10 and 2" and me in the passenger seat (gripping the door handle for dear life) and watching babies in strollers pass by...
And then today. We were on another walk. Up ahead I see a house with a lot of cars filling the driveway and side street. I then see a white limo. As we got closer, I notice that it's prom night. A big group of young and beautiful kids all dressed up were lining up on the lawn for a picture. I peek down at Sam to see her little tiny Nikes hanging over the side of the stroller. Again, fast asleep. Probably dreaming of pasta and baby genius videos and doggies. Someday, those little tiny Nikes will be replaced by heels. Prom heels. Someday that will be Samantha and her friends getting ready for an exciting night.
My heart swells and hurts all the same time thinking about these "flash forwards." I wish time would slow down. I wish I could make sure that I never forget any moments with my daughter. I know with each stage comes new and exciting things, yet if I could bottle her baby-ness up forever I would!!
I just have to remind myself not to take any day for granted. Sure, some days are hard. Some days are sleepless. Some days are really busy. But every day is special with her. And we will never get these days back.
Before I know it, she will be asking for the keys to the car and shopping for prom gowns. But for now, I will just soak up everything "baby" about my baby :)