When I look at her, I don't see a soon-to-be middle-schooler. I see my baby girl.
|Or, a troll after a tornado.|
|Fitting, since she's had him wrapped from day one.|
I'm proud of what a little lady she has become, excited to see her all dressed up (trust me, this kid refuses anything girlie. How is it that the one that looks like me is such a tomboy?!) and...devastated.
I swear she just started Kindergarten last year. It's not possible for her to be hitting fifth grade!
It isn't the dance--I'm tickled this kid wants to go (in a dress! Did I mention she'll be in a dress?!)--but I'm not ready. When did this happen? Why did this happen? Who do I gotta hurt to make it stop? I don't want to share her with the world. She's my treasure to keep!