So if Zoe didn’t think her mom was crazy before, she surely does now. As I was reading her a book at bedtime tonight, I – much to her confusion – burst into tears. The reason for my outburst? The words in the book she (rather appropriately) chose, Sunrise, Sunset:

Is this the little girl I carried?
Is the little boy at play?
I don’t remember growing older.
When did they?

…

Sunrise, sunset,
Swiftly flow the days;
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflow’rs,
Blossoming even as we gaze.

I tried to explain to her that I wasn’t sad, exactly – just emotional that my little seedling was growing into a sunflower. I explained to her that I was thinking of four years ago tonight – how seeing her for the first time was the most amazing moment of my life. I know she didn’t really understand; she just looked at me with a blank expression and said, “I won’t choose that book again.”

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