Slipping Through My Fingers

[eddienzoeysmom]

I'm going through Zoey's pictures on my laptop thinking of putting some of it on my cafemom page when she came and took me away from the computer to help her sit on the potty chair. This morning Ed helped her up and as we were both spending precious time together just the three of us, Ed stroked her hair. She said, "Daddy . . um . . . push my hair." After which we taught her more words to describe actions. She is growing way too fast.

Just a minute ago, Ed was looking at pictures of his friends from Facebook. He has a friend Steve McClain who has a daughter that just posted her wedding pictures. I was taken aback, I remember her barely starting elementary school and as I look at her pictures I cannot even see the little girl I saw when I was in college. And then Zoey comes and takes me away again--she wants me to clean her binky and this song comes into my head . . . slipping through my fingers . . . don't let those precious moments slip through your fingers.


Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while
The feeling that I'm losing her forever
And without really entering her world
I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see whats in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table
Barely awake, I let precious time go by
Then when she's gone there's that odd melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt I can't deny
What happened to the wonderful adventures
The places I had planned for us to go
(slipping through my fingers all the time)
Well, some of that we did but most we didn't
And why I just don't know

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers...

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile...