Slices of Ginger...

It is quiet here. Early Sunday morning. The sun is shining this morning after a long week of rain storms. It is cold out though. I am surprised there isn't a dusting of snow on the ground or ice crystals glimmering within the crevices of the pavement. The birds are getting thinner and pretty soon we will have one of those first snow mornings. Where everything is completely still...and time seems to have stopped. I liken it to an artists' easel. The canvas bare, awaiting his brush. No noise or emotion expressed on it's surface.
I am enjoying the peace. I like my music in the background most times. But I have times, too, where quiet is just as fulfilling.

My baby is still asleep. And quite warm and toasty I imagine. I picked her up late last night and when I did, she was crashed on grandma's couch. When we got home, she put full PJ's on with socks and a sweat shirt. She was cold... I took a peek at her this morning and she looks like she is out camping or something...funny. When I look at her sleeping, I still see my little toddler. So innocent and honest. A little one always questioning for answers and discovering them with amazement and wonder. It is hard to describe this feeling of watching something I created, grow and develop. It is one of life's most awesome experiences. I have heard new moms touch on this feeling before. I am far from being a "new mom" but that feeling you feel when you first have that new born infant laid on your tummy...never goes away. It never subsides.

I know she is getting older. They call it now a "'tween" (pre-teen, the be"tween" stages of development from child to maturity, usually the ages of 8-14 for girls. Although, maturity is much more than the physical attributes but we won't go into that because I could go on about how Some people that are 30 soon to be 31 still have no clue. But I digress...and remove my shovel.) and her questions are changing. My mom told me that when they went out to eat last night, that there was a boy her age flirting with her. Rachel didn't notice at all. My mom did however and was watching this boy fluff his feathers, so to speak. I am not ready for that at all. We were talking last night, before dropping her off at my moms, that in 20 years she will understand. She said "I have to wait till I am 30 to date?" I said "yeah..that sounds about right." She just shook her head at me and giggled "Oh mom". Ok, I know it is going to happen way before then...but I can joke about it. At least give me that!