>Image via WikipediaConversation this morning as I worked on my grapefruit and Abigail and Bethany (both age 4 as of yesterday) worked on their milk and cinnamon buns.
Bethany: You know, Daddy, 4 means we’re still little girls.
Me: Oh. What about 5? Will you still be little girls when you’re 5?
Bethany: Yes. But not when we’re 6. We’ll be big girls then.
Abigail: And also 7 and 8 and 9 and 10 and 11.
Bethany: And also 26. (Laughter)
I find I’m amazed at how they are growing up.
And I’m also amazed at how I’m often so much like a little kid myself.
Such is life.
But, I hope they will AWAYS be my little girls.