Freckles

It's official. You have freckles. Just a few, scattered here and there across the tops of your cheek and bridge of your nose. But they're definitely there. You even checked them out yourself in the mirror. (And insisted that you have some on your belly too...but you don't.)

While they're very sweet on your little face, they make me sad. I feel like it's the first marking of age on your perfect little body. It just represents to me, I guess, that time ticks on and changes come. Your unmarked skin is now marked; the body that used to be almost permanently attached to my body is now almost too heavy for me to carry.

We were dancing the other day at a show in front of the Contemporary Jewish Museum. We were tangoing and I was twirling and dipping you, as much as I could! A woman came up to say that she remembered doing the same thing with her little girl...who was now 32. Everyone says it goes so fast and, while certain days can drag and even minute to minute can feel like an eternity sometimes, it really does seem to go too fast.