In The Space Between

I feel her rushing toward nine. The last stop before the magic of hitting a double digit age. I want to savor every day of her eight-ness. Hold it close. Breathe it in. Remember each second. Whisper-giggle silly words with her for as long as she will let me.

I notice as she makes small stands.

"I can paint my own nails. But I want to use one of your colors."

Asserting her growing independence.

"I'm going to get ready for bed now, before you tell me to do it. This means I can stay up a little late reading, right?"

I smile quietly as I see her set her dolls and animals carefully in a row, and cover them up with a blanket before turning out the light.

She is rushing toward nine. The last stop before the magic of hitting a double digit age. But she isn't quite there, yet.

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