Her eyes lit up as she chatted about her job at school and who she played with. She retold an entire book while happily munching her ham and cheese - hands flying and eyes widening at all the exciting parts.
I was struck with the notion that she is my little girl. All pink and sweet and growing up too fast.
Wish I could freeze that moment in time.
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Gosh, I know how you feel. Those moments are what it's all about!
Hey, great news! You won a copy of Waiting for Baby from my giveaway! How cool that you really are waiting for baby. awesome!
Send your address and i'll send off your book!
tracey@shuttersisters.com
Take it from one who knows . . . the boys can rule the house, building forts, playing nintendo,leaving smelly skates in the kitchen . . .but there is nothing like a little face with braids, wearing pink, sharing all her wonderful stories and secrets with you. Time changes nothing . . . my little girl still talks to me with open eyes, excitement, enthusiasm, sorrow, arms in the air, tears in her eyes. Nothing like a daughter to share your life with. love you.
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