And I want to know right now: Who gave her permission to grow up??? It certainly wasn't me.
Today she graduates from kindergarten.
Be still, my beating heart. No, bleeding heart. Next time I turn around, she'll be getting her driver's license. And then going off to college. Then married. She says she's not having kids, because she thinks it's going to hurt "when the baby breaks your bubble." She always sticks her finger out like she's poking something when she says this. Not quite sure what she's talking about... but it does hurt!
I remember the evening she was born. That was the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. Cullen was a cakewalk compared to Christian. She was 9 pounds, 4 ounces of beautiful baby. And mad, Lord, was she mad! Apparently she wasn't ready to leave her warm, cozy home!
Six years have passed, and she's only grown more beautiful. She's so smart, and funny. Her latest joke:
Christian: "Knock knock."
Me: "Who's there?"
Christian: "The interrupting cow."
Me: "The interupting c-"
Christian (so excited she's wiggling): "MOO!!!"
This cracks me up every time.
But, I digress.
I know it's only kindergarten. I know she's only six. It's just that it seems like only yesterday we had to hold her all the time, or carry her everywhere.
I remember when she was about nine months old, I was walking her to her classroom, and I was so engrossed in telling her how beautiful she was and kissing her little baby head that I didn't even notice my pastor walking up next to me. He startled me when I realized he was there; I only had eyes for that perfect baby. I used to tell her (and actually still do!) that she was the most beautiful girl in the whole wide world. Iheard another mommy telling her baby (in Christian's daycare class) the same thing, and thought she was crazy! At lunch one day, a parent came to the teachers' table, and told me that she loved to watch me carry Christian to the car every day after school. She said it was just so precious to see me whispering to her and kissing her and just cherishing her. I was so engrossed with everything about her.
Here was her first day of school this year:
And last year, K4:And K3:
I'm sure later today I'll be an incoherent blubbering mass of snot and tears. So I'm taking the time now to honor my little graduate.
(And she is the most beautiful girl in the whole wide world.)