I went out for a run today on this gorgeous spring day with my 11 year old.
She is beautiful, she really is. In a Sandra Bullock, girl next door, athletic pony tail and no makeup kind of way. It's a good thing she doesn't know how beautiful she is yet.
Anyway, I was trailing her, badly. Sucking air. She's prancing along effortlessly, long legs and the start of shapely hips 100 yards in front of me. It's so strange, and lovely, to see her this way.
We passed a couple with an infant in a stroller.
I choked back tears. (No, not unusual for me, I know.) But to think that just 10 years ago she was the one in the stroller. It was such a profound juxtaposition. Where has the time gone?
There is beauty all around me, in my life.