Time In A Bottle

Today I was holding my sweet girl. She smelled like shampoo and crayons. I sucked in my breath and held it til I felt my lungs scream. I just wanted to stop time for as long as possible. It occurred to me while I stroked her hair that one day she would be my age. One day she would think about me the way I think of my mother. I love my mother she is one of my best friends but it wouldn't be natural and nearly impossible for me to climb in my Mom's lap and let her rock me. It wouldn't be normal for her to tickle me and snuggle into my hair. Which means one day, not to far from now, I will have to stop too. It broke my heart.