Today she is four. No longer a baby and not really a toddler. I never could imagine her being four just as right now I can't imagine her at eight or fifteen or thirty. If I close my eyes I can almost feel the weight of her the first time I held her in my arms but the sweet baby smell of her has already faded. Some moments with her seem to last for an eternity (like trying to get her to sleep at night) but then I look back and it seems like time is rushing past me so quickly it's hard to catch my breath.