It's a rainy Thursday. Everywhere is cold and calm. I'm snuggled up in bed, scrolling through my phone, and stumbled upon this picture from about 25 years ago .
That's when I was just a few months old. This picture reminds me of growth, taking me back to my childhood days. I was that daddy's girl and also the last child, enjoying the privilege and petting that comes with being the youngest.
My dad would go to great lengths to ensure I was well taken care of. But today, my dad is no more, and this baby in the picture is now a big girl without that special daddy-daughter relationship. This is where the word "growth" comes in – growth is indeed a continuous process.
Photos are all mine.