Pink Saturday: Ever Further

It feels like each day she grows taller, grows smarter, grows stronger, grows prettier, grows more clever, grows further away.

Like I'm looking at her through a telescope. I close my eyes and all the sudden what seemed like only inches is best measured in tens of yards. Our yard, their yard, or further.

Time stopped for me when I was 23, or in my mind it did. Yet for her, it keeps flowing through her at a rate nearly incomprehensible. This last year passed like the drowsy moments forgotten between dreams, and there is no getting it back.

Such strange alchemy that turns "in a minute" to "where did the time go?"

But that was, at one time, my sweater, and already I wonder if it's too small.

Sometimes I'm tempted to sneak in and snuggle her like when she was little, but she's much much much too independent and grown for that. So instead I'll snuggle her brother, because too soon that will be him, minus the pink sweater.

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