But somehow, throw time and space and chaos and motion, somehow my baby grew. I closed my eyes are awoke with a small human, loose teeth and all (turns out both front teeth are loose). Her clothes grow tight on her daily, her vocabulary skills astound me every minute, her care for others is mind-blowing, her nurturing behavior is sweet, her flare for theatrics is endearing, her desire to be young and old at the same time is familiar, her eyes full of growing pains is sad, her powerful maturity and innate innocence is confusing, and her teeth falling out from her head made me start to cry right then in there, in the check out lane of said obnoxious electronic retailer.
You never know when life's most memorable moments are going to hit you, but when it happens, all modesty and shame flies out the door instantly. The cashier saw it, was so sweet to both of us, and told Syl, "good luck on getting that tooth out."
Good luck on growing up.