This Girl
The first
The oldest
Beautiful
Kind
Manicure with Annah
And Taco Mamacita!
And Clumpies
Let the Wild Rumpus Begin
Presents on the Morning Of
And candles in her pancakes
Presents from Grandma
You might notice me being a bit speechless about this one.
I am.
What is one to say about the magic of the oldest? When she smiles, I see her 11yo horse-loving, reading-all-the-time, big sister self as clear as can be. But when she's serious, I see her at 22. And when she looks down, I see her at 3. And when she's sleeping I remember the chubby baby I used to hold.
It is wonderful to be her mother.
1 comment:
I LOVE this post! Look at that beautiful girl! :) She is growing up so fast. And how you described seeing her at all of her various ages is something I haven't quite been able to put into words over here with my daughters. Thanks for that insight!
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