A month or two ago, Kristyn and I were standing next to each other, chopping vegetables for salad. I glanced over quickly as I spoke to her and noticed something. We were eye to eye. Now, Kristyn had shoes on and I didn't, but the fact remains, my thirteen year old daughter and I were standing at the same height.
I don't know why I was so shocked. At thirteen I was the same height I am now, which is just shy of six feet tall. Kristyn now stands at just under 5'11" and I think she will grow just a bit more.
I'm stunned though because I'm just not sure when this happened. Just a few short years ago, she was a tiny toddler, nipping at my feet as I went about the business of being her mother. The contrast between those years and the present have me reeling in a way I didn't know I could.
She has long, lean and shapely legs. I used to bite the baby fat on those legs as she laughed manically.
She has thick, gorgeous and rich coloured brown hair. I used to put sunblock on her head because she was so bald.
She has stunning, bright and knowing eyes. To me those eyes will always be the massive ones from her face as a baby, as she looked up at me when I fed her.
She has a wisdom that is well beyond her years. She is a refreshing combination of book smart and people savvy. I used to read to her and watch her struggle to get the words out as she had such a hard time learning to speak because of her hearing.
She's also pleasantly (and sometimes hilariously) naive. I used to wonder if her head was always in the clouds as we walked through our little life together. I had places to go, but she had bugs to watch and people to say hello to. She was never in a hurry, but I always was.
I've never wanted to slow down more.