Thursday, April 24, 2008

Flesh of my flesh

Once upon a time, I had a sweet baby girl. She was just the most adorable doll, and I loved to dress her up in frilly little things.
Then she went and grew up on me. Who gave her permission to turn 14, I'd like to know?



She's a typical teen in lots of ways. She likes music a lot. She dresses in jeans and hoodies and Chuck Taylors.







She can be emotional and moody and grouchy. (No, I don't know where she gets it from.)


But sometimes the sun peeks through. And I sure love what I see.

1 comment:

Elsie said...

She has no idea how beautiful she is, does she? *sigh* 14 ain't for sissies.

Note to Em: you're beautiful!