I have made no secret of it, my kid is loved. By me, and now, by The Boyfriend.
It’s hard not to love her, really. *Sigh* And some days, it’s hard TO love her. She has a tenacity that is unsurpassed in almost any other kid her age. Honestly, in the battle of wills between my daughter and I, she beats me. Pretty much every time, she wins. *Laugh* I love that and hate that all at the same time!
I think this time every year, I get a little melancholy and tend to write about her. She is turning eight years old on February 20th and I almost always wonder where the time has gone.
Every day I feel grateful for having such a fun, witty child. Every day I wonder what she’ll make of herself when she grows up.
“Em! What do you want to be when you grow up?” I ask.
“Hmm … well I have to go to college, and then I want to be an ice cream man,” she tells me. This answer hasn’t changed in a year.