It is official. Less than one year to go, and I will be forced to admit that I am the mother of a teenager. Yikes!
Where did the time go? Only yesterday, she was a squished up little bundle that did nothing but poop and hiccup. She easily became a "nookie" girl and didn't go anywhere without her Pooh pacifiers and her white fleece Pooh blanket. When she was a toddler, she would use her "cute face" to get what she wanted. Grandpa fell for it every time. She loved to watch Beauty and the Beast at 18 months old...start to finish, only getting up to refill her bowl of cheeseballs.
The wrinkles are gone from her fingers, her round belly now slender. That "nookie" has been easily replaced by an iPod, although she still drags around a blanket made especially for her by her favorite Big Sara. She still uses that cute face, and Grandpa still gives in to her every whim. The Disney movies have been tossed aside in exchange for iCarly and Hannah Montana, although those, too, seem to be losing her interest.
Twelve years later, my big girl still loves to snuggle, has never waivered from her favorite color blue, and will remain a Daddy's Girl through and through. She carefully walks the line of tweenager, choosing to "play" with her younger sisters while choosing to "hang out" with friends her own age. Her father and I are sometimes "uncool", but we're okay with that. We know in the end, she has her priorities straight...for now...and feel blessed to have such an amazing daughter.
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