Check the matching double chins, yo
Shut the front gate. When did this happen? My sweet little Miss7 becomes a tweenish Miss8 tomorrow. Now, I'm normally the parent who is high fiving herself as each passing birthday signifies a little bit more independence, a little less toddler-taming. When she became a Miss5 I relished the couple of days a week she was at school. They made me miss her and enjoy the one-on-one time the rest of the week. When she became a Miss6 I was thrilled for the ability to sleep in a little longer as she had mastered the art of breakfast cereal preparation. She spoke at her first school assembly and I was filled with pride at my independent little Miss. When she became Miss7 I was overjoyed at how she referred to me as her BFF, while asking if I wanted to share a cup of tea with her and can she set the table yet? She gradually morphed from a dependent toddler to an independent little girl. But I'm ready for all of that to stop now. I'd like her to stay as a very new Miss8. Like how she is right now, this week, today. I've found myself bursting into tears at random moments when she doesn't even know I'm watching her. I love her so damn hard. She's inquisitive, she's funny, she's curious and she's interested. She's still so innocent and trusting. So stop the bus because we both want to get off right now. While she thinks I know everything and still listens to me (most of the time). This past week I've caught her in my room, quietly search for her birthday presents. In order to
