skinned knees, skid marks -

the innocence of my daughters smiles leaves me perplexed and nostalgic. I want to get grasp on time, and hold tight with both hands so that it cannot escape me anymore. I want to rewind the clock and listen closely as Emma said her first sentence again or go back and pay closer attention to the look in Sophie's eyes when she realized the ability her feet and legs gave her. There is always something more I could have done in a day - whether it be taking an extra 10 minutes to play blocks, or cuddle a little longer in the morning before getting up and starting the coffee. I'm not sure where I went wrong - but I've some how found myself here, wishing and waiting and wanting. The Katie I know, and love, wouldn't bother waiting - or wishing. She'd just change it. Life has weighed me down, and it is such a fight to stand tall and hold my head high. A little bit longer, a little bit stranger - I'm sure I'll find my way back. No one said it would be easy... but no one said it would be this hard.