Well, I had a lot of things I could have written on. But I’m not going to play around with any of them. Too tired. Too much playing with my little Webkinz.
Tomorrow’s the first day of school. It’s hard to believe the girl that just 8 years ago I was agonizing over putting into day care so I could go to college is now on the verge (and more than toeing the water) of teenager-hood! My baby is 12. A 7th grader. You know, it seems like such a SMALL number when it’s typed out, but when you look at the reality of the person that she is, that they all are—they seem so much bigger than life.
And I’ve been told it doesn’t get any easier. My best guy-friend’s dad told me one day when we ran into him in front of their house on the way to the cable company.
Another 9 years is going to go WAAAAAAAAAY too fast—that’s how long I’ve got until P is 12.
Oh good heavens, where does the time go?