Kayla today you are eight. Your dad and I keep saying that over and over again in disbelief. HOW is she EIGHT? We look at your little brother and think it wasn’t that long ago that you were his size. Walking around in oversized sunglasses like you owned the joint.
Neither of us can understand why eight feels like such a big deal compared to seven but it does. This morning you told me you want me to pick you up from school at “2:10 sharp” so you can climb the monkey bars. So grown up and yet, still a little kid deep down in there. [Read more…]