I can’t believe I’m sending this girl off to Kindergarten in less than a month.
I can’t believe she’s mine.
She’s a handful, maybe even an armful. But she’s my giggling, screaming, thrashing, dancing, spook of a handful. I will carry her until my arms give out. I will listen to her words and be her advocate. That is not only my responsibility, but my privilege. She’s force to be reckoned with, and I could not be more proud.