Monday, January 20, 2014


Helping clean her room recently, I noticed some old ink writing/scribbling on my daughter's nightstand.

When I gaze upon her, sometimes it makes me feel like the world has gone mad because this is my baby girl!

I do celebrate my children growing up -- birthdays are always a big deal in our home, and I realize that growing up is suppose to happen. But that doesn't mean I like it.

When my daughter, nearly as tall as I am, can slip on my shoes and borrow my clothes without them falling off, it completely melts me. She's got the movements of a girl but the growing body of a young woman.

So, in regards to that ink scribbled on the furniture, I think I will always leave it there as a sweet reminder.

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