(What is RSS?)We went to lunch today, she’s so excited about the new books she’s reading, she went on and on about the series. We decided we’d have a photo day this Wednesday, just a day to goof off and take pictures of everything and anything we run into.
We spent the day together in the “store” whatever and at first my thought was that she would be bored out of her mind after a few hours and we had 6 to spend. But we spent the day dancing and laughing, it was so great to not be in “clean your room” mode.
It’s been a little over a year since I went back to “work”. I used to work from home which I didn’t truely appreciate like I do now. And I am getting closer to working nearer to home and less days, Like two days a week or three and only short days, not 10 hour days like I do now. So God willing.
One year of childhood, one year til teens, one year of being my little girl. She decided to sit in between Chris and I at church this Sunday, we held hands and I played with her hair. She’s growing up so fast.
The other night on my way home from work, I stopped and bought a bunch of wire and beads and we spent the night making bracelets, such fun, and they turned out awesome. It was so neat to see her creativity take hold, the way she picked which bead would go next and the design that fell into place.
Did I really teach her that, she really is. Surely not, sometimes I misguide myself. Hmmm. Angels guide her walk, give wisdom to her thoughts, let her follow in faith and know that being righteous rules.
I am going to miss having my munchkin around during the holidays. It’s been so nice to play.
I sure do miss being home with her on Christmas break, have to work a few days a week right now and it’s been tough not being able to stay at home and play.
It’s been a rough week, I don’t know if it’s her or me or a combo, but she’s been finding every way possible ot get under my skin. I think her goal is to drive me insane. Some days the things she does, just don’t make any sense. I find myself saying “your grounded” and then wondering if she is understanding my foreign tongue at all. She’s stuck in this world, not quite a woman, but not quite a little girl anymore, and depending on the day depends on who she wants to lean more toward.
