Where does the time go?

I can tell you where the last half hour went. It went to me writing a beautiful post about my baby girl turning five. Then, blogger crashed and deleted the whole thing and the last 5 minutes consisted of me saying some less than ladylike things to the computer monitor. Let me try to re-create if I can.

I know the statement "where does the time go?" is overused and quite cliche. However, it is the statement that I find myself either wondering aloud or to myself several times a day.

When I try to dress Hunter in an outfit that he has outgrown, even though it seems like just yesterday it was enormous on him.

When Chloe's shoe size creeps closer and closer to the size that I wear, I wonder it aloud. She CAN'T wear that size! She is my baby.

We celebrated that baby girl's FIFTH birthday last weekend. Every year, on her birthday I get hit with HUGE waves of nostalgia. It just doesn't seem like she should be growing up so fast. And while I am happy for her, and I am proud of the person she is becoming, I am just a little sad that she is less and less like a baby and more and more like her own little person.

She is a beautiful, sweet, sassy, loving, compassionate, brave and talented little girl. My heart swells with emotion every single time I look at her.

I adore her and I have since that Saturday afternoon at 2:17pm when I laid eyes on her for the first time after she was delivered my emergency c-section after 14 hours of labor and THREE hours of pushing. She was worth every single second.

I love you Chloe Laine, you inspire me.

Where does the time go?

Until next time...CNS

*PS - I know the yellow background is a little obnoxious, but I wanted Mardi Gras colors and that's the only yellow they have! I love Mardi Gras!