The Daught is growing up so quickly. Last night she told me that she wanted to watch Frozen, but couldn’t put a 400 page Rick Riordan novel down long enough to turn it on. She throws her hair in a messy ponytail but takes 20 minutes to pick out an outfit. She has a poster of Strawberry Shortcake hanging in her room, right next to a Star Wars print. We’re stopping by the bra section for both of us now but she loves hanging from the monkey bars on the playground. She’s talking about colleges while cuddled up on my lap in her jammies. She gives the best hugs but has to duck to fit her head under my chin.
Time is flying with every blink.