Jasmine E As The Years Go By

[As The Years Go By]

Jasmine E

Her small arms reach out to me. The corners of her lips lifted up in a little smile. I squat down and gaze into her naïve face. I look into her eyes and see innocence. I see life. I see a baby girl, itching to try everything. Jittering with excitement at seeing the world. I reach down and scoop up the bundle of happiness into my arms.

She grips my hands tightly as we spin on the ice. The skates slide smoothly as we twirl faster. Her long dark hair streams out behind her. I hold on for dear life. I can remember ten years ago when she was a little bundle of giggles. Now she is a spunky fifth grader, always wanting an adventure. I look into her eyes and see mischief, and glee. A girl happy and free. We dance as one on the ice.

Her hands fly to her mouth as she exits the house. Sitting in the driveway is the car she’d always dreamed of. She finally got what she wanted, and just in time for her 18th birthday. She flings her arms around my neck in gratitude. I look into her glistening eyes and see a young woman, ready to experience the world. With all of its trials and tribulations. I hand her the keys and she dances to the driver’s seat.

Tears blur my vision as I watch her walk down the aisle. White flowers in her hair, clad in a white gown and veil. She walks with confidence. A big smile on her face. Her steps are small and giddy as she walks towards her companion. She

finally makes it and takes his hand in hers. I look into her eyes and see a strong capable woman, ready for a relationship and a family. They kiss, and I smile at my daughter and son.

She sits in the bed, cradling the newborn in her arms. It’s a boy, a big healthy baby. After all the labor and waiting, he’s finally here. She looks tired and pale, but still beautiful and radiant. I look into her eyes and see a mother, ready to do anything to protect her child. She places him in my arms, and he opens his eyes. They’re blue, like hers.

My mother often said that I was an adventurous child. I guess I still am in a way, even now with a baby to tend to. She always loves to come over to see me and her grandson. He is currently sitting in his crib, cooing and cawing. I smile at my baby. I look into his eyes and see innocence. I see life. I see a baby boy, itching to try everything.