My oldest daughter and I went for a walk tonight. Just a short little jaunt down the side road. She held my hand the entire time. When she needed to push her hair out of her face, she would take my wrist with her other hand, let go, fix her hair, then slide her hand back into mine. We were physically connected during the entire walk.
It makes me smile. She is changing before our eyes. Her legs are longer; her reading is stronger; her humor is funnier. And she loves being my daughter. What more could I ask for?
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nope the teen years haven’t arrived, but i feel as though they are just around the bend. i collect these everyday moments so that i’ll be able to endure the teen years! 🙂
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Enjoy this time, the teen years haven’t arrived yet, correct?
Bonnie
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This is so lovely, Ruth. How could she not love being the daughter of a smart, fun, loving, giving, wonderful mother?!
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That’s so sweet!
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