She's just sent me a picture, of her and some friends working on a project together in a cafe at University. It's hit me so hard, so suddenly.
That was the same wee thing with little curls that used to snuggle on the sofa with me when the rain started. She used to follow the words on the pages of the books I read to her and turn the page with those tiny fingers. I used to watch as she would smack her little pink lips when she slept, and nuzzle her head into the pillow. I held her hand as we crossed the road, did up her buttons, zipped up her coats.
I can't believe she's big now. A whole different person of her own, a bright, independent adult. It just doesn't seem like the same human. How did it happen so fast? I'm looking at pictures and I just can't compute that my little girl is now talking about dissertations and statistical analysis, and that they're the same person. I promise I'm not usually this wet or sentimental, has anyone had these moments? Does it pass? I just want to see her, and hold her, and play dinosaurs with her again.