Some days it just hits me. . .

. . . that time really does fly.
Turning 30 last August didn't bother me, but yesterday it hit me that next month I will have a 9 year old. How can that even be possible.

I remember being 9.

I remember trying to do my own hair to make it stylish.

I remember liking American girl dolls.

I remember being excited about little scraps of paper and ribbon to make a project with (heck, I still get excited about that!)

I remember randomly begging to get my ears pierced because everyone else was.

I remember being in 3rd grade--who my teacher was, who I sat by, taking timed math tests, and even doing my state of Utah project on Cache County.

Afterall, 9 wasn't that long ago.

Yesterday I went to parent teacher conferences. Kennedy is writing stories that are pages long, doing multiplication and division, and school and statewide testing. As her teacher gave her a glowing review I was filled with pride-but a little sad too. If Kennedy is almost 9 and you graduate when you are 18--she is halfway to college. I realize that the worry is a little premature, but if 9 years can pass so quickly, the next 9 probably aren't going to go any slower. I still have a hard time believing that it has been TEN years since I graduated from college!!

Last night I was working on my sewing machine and noticed the creases on the tops of my fingers are becoming more defined--even more so than just last year.

I remember comparing my hands to my mom's hands when I was younger and not having those creases--wasn't I just 9?

I guess I better take the time to enjoy my kids a little more because 9 years can go by pretty darn quick.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have a fight to break up.
My almost 9 year old--she sews her own bedroom decor. A girl after my own heart.