She’s not a baby anymore… No, she’s a backpack lugging, lunchbox toting, clothes wearing BIG GIRL. Where did it go? The time between nursing, crinkled nose, dependent newborn and the pre-school attending whole person who stood at the door this morning? I wish I knew. I wish I could pause time for just a bit, just long enough to do the laundry, the dishes AND play a game of let’s pretend. Long enough to burn into memory her laugh, her voice and the feel of her tiny hands. How about you??