How Sweet It Is

Thursday night I stopped by my sister's house for what was supposed to be "a few minutes" but which turned into about an hour. Her youngest, Olivia, is 18 months old. She came over and took my hand, gathered up her Elmo books, grabbed her blanket and sat on my lap to have Aunt Nana read to her. How sweet! I miss those days. You know -- when your child thinks you are the neatest thing next to sliced bread and they think you know everything instead of them knowing everything. Somedays I wish I could turn back the clock to when my 18 year old was 18 months. Those were the days!