Two days ago– aka, this morning– we discovered that Ella is cutting her first tooth. Which goes a long way toward explaining her recent restlessness and generally sour disposition. So this this news comes as a kind of relief– maybe she’s not just generally a disagreeable child, after all.
But it also strikes me as a bit depressing– I actually sobbed with sadness when I was presented with the evidence. It’s (yet) another milestone that makes us miss her brother, sure. But even as it relates to her alone, it brings a certain sadness at the passing of time. I can’t believe she’s already getting her teeth, and I feel as though I’ve missed so much. Which is kind of crazy, since I’ve been with her every single day of her life thus far. But it only takes a second for me to see her walking, riding a bike, and going off to school. Then I’m giving her would-be boyfriends my vice-grip handshake and friendly-yet-unblinking stare, and watching her go off to college.
Where does the time go?