Isn’t that all of us as parents wish we could prescribe to? When they first lay that little person in our arms, heck even before that, those that are parents before us all say “it goes so fast,” “the time flies,” “don’t blink or you’ll miss it”…these are all phrases that we tire of hearing and sometimes even roll our eyes about because it just doesn’t seem possible that during the sleepless nights with a newborn, and what often feels like an endless period of time from 4-7 in the afternoon that the time will fly. But, oh, does it ever. This fall marks year 5 of my business, which means that alongside watching my own children grow, I’m marking the time and changes over the years for my clients, many of whom I’ve seen every year for those 5 years. In what feels like the blink of an eye, I’ve watched some of these children go from brand new babies, to tantrum throwing toddlers who refuse to give up a binky (you know who you are into toothless grade schoolers who are far more interested in talking to their friends about video games then crawling into their momma’s lap. How possibly can this happen so quickly? I’ve got one of those little people on my screen now, which is what brought all of this to the forefront of my mind, as if to say it’s not there every day as I watch my own little people grow up too quickly. My baby girl is two today. As in TWO YEARS OLD. Yes, I’m talking about the little girl who was in my belly as I barfed through spring sessions and wobbled through holiday minis just 2 years ago…doing my best to chase your little people without losing my breath, or falling over in the process. I simply refuse to believe it. I can still taste the chili (thanks Tom) that I believe ultimately sent me to the delivery room that night, immediately following a big Terps win (weren’t those the days) and just can’t believe it’s been two years. Her big sister (who is still a baby in my eyes by the way), brought it all home this morning when she announced to her sissy that she was “not one anymore” and I felt the tears well up and I pouted in disbelief. I could go on and on, but I won’t (and I can’t because I’m still buried alive in client images), but I will leave you with proof of what I’m talking about. No, it’s not images of my own children, because as I said, I’ve got work to do and can’t risk electrocuting myself or wrecking my keyboard with more tears than are already streaming, so I’ll leave you with this one…of my very first client…and who he has become. Wow. Go hug your babies. I’ll be celebrating with mine shortly.