Growing up
I was talking to the director of Zoe’s preschool today, and she made a comment about Avery. “It will be lovely to have her here next year,” she told me, “and she seems very ready.” Her words made me smile but also made me think about how old my “baby” is getting. Before we know it, she’s going to be a preschooler!
Q laughs when I fret over Avery growing up: She’s not even two, he’ll tell me, and she’s many, many months (eight, to be exact) away from starting preschool. He’s right, of course: She’s still little. But little is a relative term, and it still sometimes takes me off-guard how big Avery looks and acts. Whether she’s playing with her sister, taking a stroll or just sitting around, Avery is clearly no longer a baby!
-M
