This weekend I took Alex’s hand and foot prints off the mantle. I put them up for her birthday, along with the cards for a week or so. Every January, for 18 years. I did it for Kate too, though she’s been away for 6 years. Alex will be gone next year, so this might be the last time.
I had the prints done when Alex was born, and Kate was five. Kate seemed so grown up, and Alex was so tiny.
Last week I had lunch with a friend who is pregnant with her second. Her son is two, and her daughter is due on Kate’s birthday in March.
Excuse me, while I have a moment. Eighteen and almost twenty-four. My baby girls, no more. Sigh.