Some of you may know that I have an 8-month old daughter. It has been wonderful watching her grow up. Recently, she grew two teeth, started to crawl and pick food up from a bowl.
It really is great to see her do these things for the first time, but part of me misses the time when she was so small and couldn't even sit up. It's just that every moment is precious and I want to store them all up and release them when I want. With any luck, she'll grow up and leave home and be a wonderful adult, but I guess I'll be sad when that happens. This doesn't make too much sense, but I think thefather's amongst you will probably know what I'm talking about.