Sometimes when they wake up from nap, they look older to me. Sometimes I catch them doing something that they couldn't do before. Sometimes I realize they no longer do things that they did just a few days or weeks before.
Those are the everyday, almost imperceptible, times they grow. More a noticing, a realization of time passing.
Then there are the times that a particular rite of passage, a grand beginning, a certain celebration more dramatically reminds me of their growing.
Like a first day in a new pre-school.
And that grand beginning deserves to start out with a Mommy-Munchkin date.
A chocolate milk and iced mocha at Starbucks. With a bagel and cream cheese. And watching the world outside the large picture window.
Marveling at the growing.
