I'm finally back with a sappy post. Enjoy. Or gag. Whichever...
In my rearview mirror is a song she thinks is secret, but I can hear the soft voice and see the sweet, tiny lips attempting words she doesn't even understand.
In my rearview mirror is time flying by - not just one baby anymore, but a 5 year old, and her sister singing along through 2 year old teeth and clumsy lips, and a 10 month old squealing her version of her sisters' favorite song in an attempt to keep up.
In my rearview mirror is a private world: the earliest years of a life that 3 sisters will share, and remember, and talk about for decades to come.
I can't share in what I see in my rearview mirror -- my time for backseat camaraderie has past -- but I can watch, I can imagine, I can let my heart swell, and I can hope that time moves slowly and that the camaraderie never fades.
1 comment:
My eyes filled up reading this! Well said honey.
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