Time seems to fly by in the blink of an eye.
I always have mixed reservations when I mull this one over too much - I know to give up when my head starts to hurt.
Thinking 'eight years - that's not so bad' but then when I sit and ponder back to that time eight years ago, it feels like a completely different time....a world ago.
Well I know it was 'duh!' but the concept of this time eight years ago holding a precious newborn in my arms, the little girl I'd always dreamed of - it just doesn't seem real, possible...if that makes sense.
Then fast forward to the present day and how things feel so different again - eight years 'pah!' that's nothing' - it only feels like yesterday...but it wasn't, was it.
I'm so much older - my head of grey hair is proof of that - but I don't feel any different, not as in being old.
I told you my head hurts when I over think this one too much.
It was Florrie's eighth birthday yesterday and bless her even though she had school allllll day, she woke with a squeal, went to school with a skip and fell asleep last night in a happy heap of eight year oldness and a beautiful smile on her face.
For she is - my beautiful girl - and I love her to bits. Happy birthday my lovely one and to the grand old age of being eight.