Dear Baby Girl:
You turned nine almost two weeks ago. I was just looking back at the photos, and I swear that I don't know when you got so tall or skinny or leggy or even prettier than you have always been.
You are so grown up, but still such a little girl, playing with Barbies one minute and doing hip hop moves the next. I live in fear for the first time you go out on a date. (Your father always clenches his jaw and narrows his eyes whenever the subject of boys comes up. He may not survive your teen years.)
And lately you and I argue. A lot. We argue over whether or not you should attend dance camp, about homework, softball, chores, clothes, bedtime, and much, much more.
My sweet girl, I know that I'll never be fully ready for the roller coaster ride that has just begun. I'm doing my best to steer you through all the emotion that is your nine-year-old life. I fully realize that it is the tears and drama that make your smiling sweet moments shine all the more.
We are so very different from each other. I look forward to seeing the woman that you become someday. I just hope that someday doesn't come too soon.
I love you little girl.