I knew from the moment that she was born that it was going to slip by far too quickly. Papi Chulo would give me a hard time, saying that if I wasn't careful I was going to turn around and find her graduating from high school. Well, here she is, halfway there and it seems way too fast.
In some ways I see how far she has come and how far we have brought her from her infancy. I see how capable and bright and compassionate she is. I see her creativity and curiousity and interest in the world around her. There are moments that I catch a glimpse of the woman she will become and I know that I will be proud of her and adore her no less than I do now.
In other ways I see how much of a child she remains. She still plays in imaginary worlds and wants to believe in fairies (even if she is beginning to question them). She calls out every night to be tucked in and would snuggle with me every morning if she could. She is straddling two stages, eager for one and reluctant to leave the other.
I am even less willing to cross that threshold. I know all too well what the next half is going bring and how she will no longer insulated. I know that it will bring challenges that I am not particularly well equiped to handle. And I know that it will go even quicker than this first half.
So I soak it all up. I try to file every bit of her amazing wonderfulness into my memory. And I tell myself, just like I tell her, that she'll always be my first baby.