My baby turned 13 today. She is no longer a child. I closed my eyes for a second and my little bundle of joy turned into a young woman. Its so hard to believe how much time has gone by, and how fast it has gone. I wonder how many times I have said her name, how many times I have hugged her, told her that I loved her or told her that she means the world to me. Has it been enough? Is she happy? Does she know that she is loved? I almost feel a sense if panic, like I am losing her.
The Cranberries have a song that reminds me of her when I hear it. Saving Grace. Sometime I think I should have called her Grace : )
