They all are. I think I just notice it most with this one. When her two front teeth fell out and her big teeth came in, suddenly, she was a girl. Any semblance of toddler was up and gone. Now, she's even more girl. She's dancing around the kitchen, mostly to Taylor Swift and she's pouring her heart out to me when I go up to kiss her goodnight.
"Mom, I'm in love," was the confession two nights ago.
"My heart tells me I should tell him."
I kid you not. I told her she should just keep it to herself, that sometimes boys get funny when you tell them you like them. That they can be kind of mean just to show off. She assures me not this boy. He is not mean. The following night she asked me to write him a letter, in my handwriting. She began telling me what to write. Imagine this boy bringing home a love letter written in an adult's handwriting. I declined. So, I told her instead to journal. That journaling helps with feelings. So, that is what she's doing.
All of that to say that she's just growing up and lately it seems to be so fast. The year I became her Mom she was in diapers (at night). I don't think I really enjoyed each of the kids then. I was too busy figuring out life and I was just plain in-over-my-head. Now that the dust has settled, I'm having so much more fun and, to sound like a broken record, noticing the speed at which they grow.
Slow down, guys.
(Unless, however, you're in a sort of rotten phase of whining/arguing, in which case, quicken your speed. Then, stop when you are nice again.)