Freeze, Please

You guys. This little girl will be eight years old on Sunday. E I G H T years old. Eight!

I don’t know how this happened! When this blog started, she looked like this:

And when she was born, she looked like this:

And now she’s all long hair and long legs and missing teeth and glasses, reading 150-page chapter books and winning spelling bees and swimming in the deep end.

And I…can’t…take it.

Sophie was a difficult baby. Sophie was a difficult toddler. Sophie was a difficult preschooler with significant developmental delays. But since Sophie became a “school-ager” – she’s been so sweet, and funny, and fun to be with!

I’d freeze that girl solid at almost eight if I could. I’m not going to pretend she’s perfect, but Sophie at seven has been a delight. A deeeeelight. And I don’t want it to end.

I know that what’s around the corner is probably better than I can imagine, but I’m enjoying this time so much right now and I don’t want to let it go.

I would’ve frozen Joshua at about a year old. He was the BEST baby ever. Jonah…not ready to freeze him yet. But, Sophie, Sophie’s time is now. I just want this sweet stage to last a little longer, and I hope it will!

I’m so blessed to be Sophie’s mom, no matter what stage we’re in. And to honor this super-fun stage, we plan to have a LOT of fun this last week of Seven!

What age do you wish you could re-live with your kids?