Sigh... my little girl is growing up.
I can see her changing right before my eyes.
Becoming her own person.
I know that soon, she won't want to go with me everywhere, yelling "shotgun!" with her tangled her and flip flops in hand as she runs out the door.
She'll stop telling me every single detail in the latest Good Luck Charlie or iCarly.
She'll stop trying to sneak into my bed in the middle of the night.
But as she grows, I hope she doesn't stop drawing.
Or talking to me non-stop.
Or trusting me.
Or sending me "I love you" text messages in 10 different fonts.
Or stop being her curious, free-spirited, smart, giggly, wonderful, beautiful self.
XOXO
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