Yesterday you were looking through a box of some old pictures, and I died a little bit. When did you grow up? I looked at all those pictures and you looked so. . . little. In my mind, it seems like they were taken just yesterday. Your once bright-blue eyes (that are so very green now). The cute round little face with those perfect cheeks I've loved since the day you were born. Princess dresses and fairy houses. Those first tiny freckles on your nose.
You're taller than me now. Beautiful. You have a great sense of humor- I find myself laughing out loud at the funny things you say all the time. Just yesterday, I was laughing at the things you said because they were funny in a cute sort of way. (You know, when you didn't really mean to be funny, but it was so cute I couldn't help but laugh? The way we giggle about the things Claire and Sam say?) Now it's different. I laugh at your jokes the way I would laugh with a good friend.
Just yesterday it was frilly nightgowns and piggy tails. A dozen new adventures with your sisters every day- with you at the lead of course. (You always did have an amazing imagination.) Tea parties every day. And a flair for the dramatic.
OK, some things never change. :)
Just yesterday, you and Kate would come up with the craziest outfits to wear to "go on an explore" in the fields. You slept with on your "care bear couch" and were never far from your "corner" (your favorite blanket).
Your first trip to the ocean. And Disneyland.
The first ballet recital.
(Remember when Uncle Ronnie started calling you "Sassafras"? His own little special name just for you!)
Just yesterday, you were counting down the days to our skip-the-pumpkin-walk parties. One of these days, I'm afraid you're going to plan a skip-the-family-party party.
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Suddenly it all seems new. Our days our filled with drive-you-to-work time. Friend time and Volleyball time. First crushes (with code names, of course). Your first little ballet slippers have turned into pointe shoes. Piggy tails are now "messy buns". You borrow my make-up. I go to your room to find my missing shoes. You update me on the coolest new songs (and are learning I've always been behind in that department :). We have late night talks and riding-in-the-car talks and you act surprised to find out that I had to suffer through some of the same stupid middle school stuff that you are dealing with (some things never change).
Lately I look at you and wonder that you are mine. A beautiful, smart, funny, and talented girl. My girl.
Just yesterday you made me a mom.
Today you make me a happy one. Happy number fourteen, Ryenne Ashleigh.
1 comment:
Oh my goodness, 14, are you kidding me? This post was a tear-jerker. And a wake-up call. I swear I just barely was driving up to her blessing. My oh my. She is beautiful girl.
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