I feel like the chapters in our life book flipped by at warp speed this summer. I look up & there she is, gorgeous. It's these crazy little things that catch me off guard. It's the way her lamp light glows on her face at night when she's snuggled in bed reading a chapter book. It's how she gets up from the dinner table to get whatever she needs instead of asking someone else. It's the simplicity of morning routine; she's become a pro at putting her hair in a ponytail... Wait, let's stop for a minute and relish in the thought that she actually wants her hair in a ponytail & can do it herself. Wow. It's clothing selection... Shorts, sure. Pants, sure mom. Tennis shoes, sure mom. Whatever... Chilly cow, when did that gets so easy? And lunch? We eat sandwiches now & magically like pretty much anything I cook. She reads & writes & draws all the time. Perfectly content in her own little world. It's the fact that she takes a shower all by herself & I don't have to worry about whether she squirts conditioner on top or actually works it into the ends of hair. I caught her in the shower, singing none the less, & rinsing her hair, gracefully running her fingers through her long brown hair & I was breathless. She's growing up... I mean really growing up.
I look at her & flashback to my childhood. My grandpa Hardin used to tell me, "It's your world, I'm just living in it."
Brylee Faith, I couldn't be more proud of who you are. You are so thoughtful, articulate, caring, confident, faith filled & loving. You, my sweet girl, are God's princess. I love you to the moon & back.