Little Talia is 18 months old.
She went to nursery last Sunday and while those two hours in church without a squirming toddler were extremely liberating, I found myself wondering what she was doing. I have to leave her often since I am in school, but this was different. I am not sure why. When I picked her up she practically fell out of her chair to run to me. I was handed a lovely picture she colored, but all I could do was hug my grown-up baby.