I imagine I'll often look back years from now on these days
that Ruby & I have together & remember them as some of the very best.
Surely they'll be some of the sweetest & happiest days of my life. Because
22 months has been that good. When I ask Ruby, "Are you sweet or
sassy?" she almost always says sweet but occasionally she'll say sassy.
And that pretty much sums up Ruby. Mostly sweet with just enough sass that I
won't have to worry about her holding her own. When I pick her up I realize
that she’s gotten a little heavier & those legs of hers have gotten a
little longer. She can tell me what she wants & I can understand her. I
have to steal more kisses than she’s giving out. And I actually have moments in
my day where she occupies herself & doesn’t mind being apart from me. And
then it hits me; she’s becoming a little girl. And that realization makes me
happy & sad all at the same time. But then I remember that experience
has taught me that the best is always yet to be with Ruby.
