I absolutely love this face. Love it. Love it. Love it. I never would have thought in a million years that I'd have a daughter so fun, beautiful and intelligent, yet there she is, in all of her red-headed, brown-eyed glory.And yesterday? She was a baby. Just toddling after me, thinking I was the greatest thing that ever lived. To see her all grown up, on the cusp of turning nineteen, living away from home and running her own life, making new friends and amazing new people is so surreal to me.
If you have a little girl, you'd better stop what you're doing right this minute and go wrap your arms around her. Give her the biggest hug and the sloppiest kiss you can muster. Tell her how beautiful and amazing and smart she is
(no matter what the child psychologists and friends and grandparents and experts say you should do/say). Bake some cookies with her, or watch her favorite movie with her (even if it's High School Musical), and let her know how awesome it is that she's alive and that she's spending her time with you.Before you know it, she'll be nineteen, and she'll be away at college, and you'll be looking at pictures of her and wondering how it all went by so fast.
I know it's so banal to say these things, but I think that's because they're really, really true.
And now, I need to go spend some time with the two daughters who are at home getting their jammies on and asking for a story. I love their faces, too.
