Friday, September 10, 2010
I cried the whole way home from the YMCA
Tonight I took my 12 year old daughter to her first Junior High all-nighter.
And as I drove home, I bawled like a baby.
Because I know it's happened.
Just a year ago, she grabbed my hand as we walked into the grocery store and I remember telling her to never quit holding my hand in public. She smiled and shrugged and kept her hand in mine.
Tonight as we rode in the car I reached my hand out and she awkwardly pretended to hold it for a couple of seconds. And then slid her hand back into her lap.
She's becoming a teenager.
She is beautiful. And funny. And smart. She's responsible and wise, and I'm incredibly proud of who she is.
But I had no idea how much I would miss my little girl.
at 11:24 PM