My baby girl turned 6 this month. She’s growing so fast. Everyday she is changing from the little girl I know into a big girl who seems to want to break free of the little girl mold and be oh so independent. She doesn’t follow the crowd or try to copy her friends. In fact she gets frustrated if they don’t want to do it her way. She wholeheartedly believes that is the best way after all.
She loves Kindergarten, gymnastics, her DSi, dancing and singing. I cannot get enough of the way her eyes crinkle and shine when she smiles, or her infectious laugh. I love that she will still sit and snuggle with me while we read a book together, or just talk about her day. Last night she was having a hard time, and I took some extra time to tuck her in. I told her I loved her, and she looked up at me and said, “I love you so much more than you love me.” Of course I told her that is just not possible. She just giggled, turned to her side and went to sleep.
We did a mini photo session one day a week or so ago. She chose how she wanted her hair and what she was going to wear. I decided to let go of what I wanted, and just let her be herself messy hair and all.
