My youngest is in this stage where she insists on holding my hand while we eat meals.

And quite frankly, it really annoyed me at first. (I mean, come on, kid. Is it really asking too much for me to use both hands to hold my coffee cup or turkey sandwich?)

But then I look at her sister. And I’m quickly reminded of how fast it really does all go. Because believe it or not, she used to do this to me, too.

It seems like an eternity ago, to be honest. It feels like she’s grown up in a flash, full of the perfect balance of sass, attitude, and confidence. And like it or not, she gets more independent every single day.

She still needs me, of course. And I’m doing my best to soak in this season while we’re still here. It’s sweet in its own special way.

But it’s different. And I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss her being small.

So sweet little love of mine, if I have to choose between eating with both hands or holding yours… I will always choose you, my girl.

I will always choose you.