All that you have is your soul (Tracy Chapman).
Monday, 30 May 2005
My baby is definitely growing up. I can't believe that she's aleady writing her name. It seem like yesterday when she floated to the end of the birthing pool, screaming her guts out. Granted that she still does the same thing when she's in the bath, it is hard to reconcile this with the fact that she's developing before our very eyes.
Soon, I will be sitting, listening to her stumble across her first reading words and wondering where the hell the last four-and-three-quarter years have flown to. I'm so very proud of my little Michal.
Doesn't she write beautifully?! Today, her first signature; tomorrow, her entrance exam to Cambridge...
Submitted by The Scribbler at 13:02