It is cliche.But true.
I thought she would be little forever.
That I'd never stop re-stacking the books on the bookshelf.
Buying diapers.
Watching Teletubbies.
Squelching the urge to make her change out of her princess snow boots worn with her summer shorts and the neon green shoes she has worn every other day.
I'd have to keep finding new parks and school playgrounds to break up the day.
Will she ever stop biting her brother's toes and nose? Will they ever get along?
I'll always get to add bows, barrettes, and curls to her hair.
But it happened.
She grew up.
She's not ALL grown up.
But she is definitely getting there.
Teenager #1.
I think Randy and I should take before and after pictures of us too.
To see how we weather the teenage years.
To see the wisdom we've acquired by Teenager #5 and the gray hair.
To see if we will be beyond ready to be done raising kids at home.
To move on and leave no forwarding address.
Or wishing we had 5 more kids.
Lamenting the fact that it is all true.
When they grow up and are gone, you really do miss all the stuff you thought you wouldn't.
I already miss my Little Missy Mo.
Because she isn't so little anymore.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TEENAGER!
