we go to sanibel every year.
we go to the golf club for insanely delicious seafood feasts every year.
three and a half years ago i started chronicling my-slash-our lives daily through photographs.
and by extension, i have inadvertantly caught my little girl growing up before my eyes.
today when i was processing and posting mine and holly’s yearly DHB sanctuary shot ( to the uninitiated, DHB stands for Damn Hell Bathroom shot…a little thing some people do in public bathrooms that is not illegal;)), i flipped back to our shots from previous years and gasped.
how the hell did she turn into this confident independent creature without me realizing it?
three years is not a long time. and yet, she transformed from child into teen and somehow i missed it.
i *know* she is growing up, intellectually, but for some reason, she is still very much the youngest girl in this collection to me – all smiles and fun and exuberance…
the savvy looking kid with hands on her hips looking right at you in this most recent shot? when did that happen?
i hesitate broaching discussing the whole physical part that is made obvious in these photos. let me say, very clearly, that what i am discussing is not the physical changes that are visually chronicled here. those are normal, healthy changes that take place with all girls. there is no link between my girl’s wonderful fullness at 8 and her obvious lankiness at 11 that is worth discussing. this girl’s beauty shines from the inside out. as does her persnickitiness and her love of drama. major drama;). too much is made of what girl’s look like on the outside…do not even get me started on that.
but that confidence?
it is easy to see and comment on the changes of the baby, through his first year and beyond.
i just never realized the impact the changes of my “big” kids could have on me as well.
we are growing adults over here. strange but true.
this was just a very real reminder.