November 22, 2012
|Nicolette, my first born (now 16)|
|Abuela's Thanksgiving ham|
When she was a little girl, I used to hold her little hand and cross her across this street.
Today, for the first time,
I watched her park her mother's car in front of Abuela's house.
When she was a little girl, I used to pick her up out of her child seat from my vehicle and throw her over my shoulder with a blankie.
I'd hold her close and listen to her breathe while protecting her from the cold. Today, she lets herself in and out of the car on her own, and from the driver's seat (no more booster).