I fear my days of sitting quietly with Bunny on my lap (or even playing on the floor) are coming to an end.
I fear my days of her being content to just be with her mama are merging into days of her running free.
I am not sure how to feel about this.
I am not sure what to do or think.
I am not sure how, in the same instance, I can be excited for the coming days...
Yet already miss the days that have passed.
I have always been told (by my mama) that the days are long, but the years are fleeting.
I am just not sure that the days are long enough for the years to be so fleeting.