Bigger

Hannah fell asleep on the living room floor and I just picked her up and carried her to the bed.  What is it about the dead weight of a sleeping child against my chest that is so soothing?  

I hate time.  Can't we just freeze it?  When I walked past the mirror in the girls room I noticed that her toes almost reach my knees.  Pretty soon, she will be too big and heavy for me to carry her to bed.  When in the world did she get so big and how can I stop it?