Sweet P turned into a teenager yesterday: 13.
Every time I see a recent picture of my girl I think, she looks so grown up, but a few years (sometimes months) later, I look at the same picture and think, she looks like a little girl.
The days are long, but the years are short. I don't know where that phrase originates but, shew.
So, I'm trying to look at Sweet P in photos and in real life and not compare her to the smaller person she used to be, but to see her as the young woman she is right now, to enjoy her in this moment, before it's gone.
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And you've done beautifully, mom.