I’m on my way home from Thanksgiving in Florida. My husband had to head to Chicago for business, so it is just my daughter and I on this flight. She is sleeping and I just can’t believe how big she is. She use to curl-up so easily on an airplane seat and now she is half in my lap sleeping. She will be 4 in March. She was born a preemie, weighing 3 lbs 15 ozs and the nurses in the NICU called her their pocket baby. This is the picture I have as my background on my computer. Where does the time go?
And yes, that is her whole hand wrapped around one of my fingers…my little pocket baby. I feel so blessed, thankful and amazed all at the same time. Now…when she wakes up from her nap on this flight and I have my crazy 3.5 year old back it may be a different story 😉