One Feels like the Saddest Number that I Ever Knew
Tears. Tears in my eyes right then. I won’t forget that moment. The sweetest moment where a child tells you without trying to break your heart into a million pieces and scatter it across the room that it’s okay to let her grow up. She’s ready.
This must be the year for the girl to shed some of her girliness; I’ve been given Easter basket suggestions and negotiated with over the Tooth Fairy. She’s embracing her new found knowledge like a champ.
Me on the other hand, I’ll be in the corner clutching my jingle bells, my fairy wings and plastic Easter eggs, crying softly.