Unexplored Territory

Friday, June 08, 2007

So grown up

I can't stand it. I can't stand to think of how grown up she is.

This morning, she looked like a third grader. This morning, she has gotten taller. This morning, she has grown up. This morning, she is no longer my primary school girl.

This morning, she embarked on her last walk down this sidewalk. She embarked on her last walk through the doors of her school as a student. When she returns, she will be an alumni.

Sure. She's only eight. She isn't 18.

But she's my girl. My oldest. My first. The one who I held at 4 in the morning, feeding her and watching Starman. The one who was overdue by two weeks. The one I can vividly remember giving birth to. The one who got her first tooth at 4 months old.

The overachiever. The friend of all people. The servant's heart.

The big girl.

Labels: last day of school

4 Comments:

Anonymous said...: Ok so I'm getting all weepy reading your thoughts today. She does look grown up. Great picture though.; 11:44 AM
Anonymous said...: You are gonna be SUCH a mess in 9 years when it is high school not grade school.

Which reminds me...I'll be facing the first one graduating in 2 years (if he doesn't fail classes between now and then). What happened?!; 1:46 PM
Anonymous said...: WAHHH!! I know!
Awesome picture friend..; 1:52 PM
Taoknitter said...: Great photo...heart tugger. 2 more years and my oldest will graduate high school...freaks me out.; 9:36 AM

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I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.

The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.

The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.

The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.

The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.