RAISING HER, RAISING ME

Blu Sanders

Got a little choked up today when I came across these images. That was like yesterday. Like yesterday. Time is so fleeting. It astounds me when I quickly scroll through my photos and come across images like these. Where does the time go? It's so cliche, but it isn't. It's 100% accurate. She was just 2. And the potty training, and the occasional tantrums, and then there was THIS day, where I thought time stood still. Let me just set the record straight. Raising her, is raising me. Confusing? Let me repeat. Raising her, is RAISING ME. That little girl in these images, is my straight up ROCK. I've said this before, but I'll say it again with massive vigor in my delivery, (although you can't here it, just pretend my face is emotionally spent and my voice is low and crackily (not a word, I know) because….I'm not kidding. She's my rock and she doesn't even know it. 

Blu Sanders

Blu Sanders

When I found out I was having identical twin boys, my best friend said, "you know this is going to change the course of Kona Blue's Life….she is going to be one strong, amazing little woman." And it's true, not the woman part, I'll wait 10-15 years for that, but she is, without a doubt, my little Rock. She said to me a couple nights ago, after the twins were down and we walked out of their room and into hers to do her bedtime bath routine…."Geez, twins is a lot of work mom. A lot. We're tired, huh?" I was like, excuse me, who's raising who? She made so much sense and the words rolled off her tongue so smoothly as if she was my assistant or something. It floored me. She is not only my helper with the twins, which is a pretty massive job for a 4 year old, but what she doesn't know and might not, till she's much older….she is in fact my greatest teacher. Everything I've wanted out of love is right in her eyes. She exudes it, teaches it and exemplifies how to live every moment with love and compassion and strength.

And she's 4. 
Her wedding is gonna suck. 
Sniff.