13 Oct 7
She’s suddenly doing seven-year-old things. Dancing to popular music. Rolling her eyes. Saying things that stop me in my tracks for their depth and insight. We’re reading chapter books as quickly as we can get our hands on them and enjoying the stories together. Little House on the Prairie. Runaway Ralph. The Boxcar Children. She is more aware than ever that she is her own person.
I love who she is. She is my little, tiny, grown-up girl.