I feel like my fears of Everly growing up have lessened these days [even though the first paragraph may not be supporting that comment, it really has lessened]. Maybe it's because she is getting to be such a little person these days, and it's fun that she is one. Maybe it's because I don't really feel like I'm alone in the evenings while my husband is working, instead, I've got Everly to keep me the best kind of company. Or maybe it's because I'm realizing that with every year there will be something "new" to experience with her.
Whatever happens, will happen. And for now, I better enjoy these next 800 weeks. Because maybe my little apple will stay close, or maybe she will find she's more of a bird.