Brooklyn went to her first Father Daughter dance and could not have been more excited. She asked me if I would curl her hair and put makeup on. She picked out her dress and had to wear her black boots, which seem to be a permanent fixture on her feet these days (regardless of the weather or the outfit). And then she asked if she could wear a tiara at the last minute. Thank goodness my neighbor came to the rescue on that one. This girl definitely marches to the beat of her own drum beat.
I seriously just fast forwarded to her high school prom one day and the anticipation of a boy picking her up for the date. It’s all just happening too fast and she is so not a baby anymore. I often tell her she’ll always be my baby girl though…which is something my mother always & still says to me. I get it now. My little beauty, my baby…growing up before my very eyes.