

She's also getting very, very strong. Swimming over an hour a day five days a week does that to a body. Her very favorite recreation with us right now is beating up on her father. She pushes him around, wrestles with him and throws her weight on him. She's 90lbs and nearly 5 feet tall. She's developing in places I don't want to think about. She's not my little girl anymore, and it makes me sad.
But, check out the above drawing and caption. Yes, the caption is hard to read, but it does say "Best Mom Ever." My scanner is being all wonky...
Despite our differences, despite her pulling away, I still get the hugs that come on spur of the moment, the kisses out of the side of her mouth in church, and the random, "I love you!" that she is famous for. And, I get drawings and notes that make tears well up in my eyes and my arms long for the little girl who sat on my lap and rocked, just because she felt like it. Happy Love Thursday.