Tonight after dinner my daughter and I moved the couch to the side of the living room and we played hockey in the living room/dining room.
My husband Kyle said, "We've played so many games with her over the years in this room, and now we're playing hockey!"
How does the time go by so fast?
I remember sitting in this very room with her when she was 9 months old. I had laid a blanket down and put teddy bears and toys all around the perimeter of the blanket. She would just move from toy to toy playing and had not much concern for the rest of the room.
Now, tonight I sat back and watched her maneuver a hockey stick and hit the ball from one side of the room to another.
I'm in awe of the beauty in this moment and the appreciation of how far we have come in our journey as mother and daughter.
