This girl is growing like a weed. I know it's a cliche, but it's such an apt description of this long-limbed phase of her life. All that sunshine and junk food has served her well this summer. I have a tendency to squeeze her towards me a lot throughout the day because I don't want to forget the pure sweetness of having a child this age. I'm keenly aware that this is my last pass through childhood with one of my own and it's almost too much to bear some days. This business of holding two things as large as gratitude and sadness in the same space isn't for the faint of heart now is it?