This is the last day that Veronica is four.

She’s grown up so much.

When I have blogged about her, I mostly talk about what I am feeling and what I think of what she’s up to.

There are dear things though, that it would be good to remember. I can see, as she is on the cusp of literacy and the huge influx of communication that will mean, she is about to explode in new activities.

The days will fill and burst with new memories.

Everyone says “They grow up so fast.”

No, she has not. These last 5 years have not gone fast. I have felt every day. Each ran through my hands not like sand, but like sticky molasses.

Is it wrong? It is what it is.

And I think that’s about to stop.

I may not recall how, for the longest time she called Pizza “Pizzum”

Or how, when she was very very little, instead of reaching for something herself, she would reach for my hand and guide it to the thing she wanted so I would get it for her.

Will I remember how clingy she was for the first few months at church, and made me sit up in the front during “time with the Children” while kids younger than her had no problem?

Will I remember how she loves her fuzzy rocking horse, that she sat on before her 2nd christmas in the store, and persuaded me to purchase it then and there?

I don’t do that. I always delay purchases.

Will I rembmer how she loves that horse past the time it fit, and how she drags it around behind her? How she now calls it Bossie?

And then..the kitties. They are gone. Will she remember the kitties?

Will I remember how she likes to make soup? That I have to give her a bowl she can fill with water, and ingredients. Flour is popular, and never-used spices and salt. She loves salt.

Will we remember how long she took to sleep alone? It was hell while it was happening.

Will we remember her younger days of cavorting in her crib?

I dont want to forget her call of “Who wants to wash your feet for sale?”

We must come in and present our feet to her in the bath tub as she poured water and washed them.