It is with bittersweet emotions that I type this post.
My sweet, 1st born, darlin' girl is growing up.
This is her last week in single digits . . . a week from tomorrow, she will be 10.
How is that even possible?!
There is a landmark activity that happens for her at 10 . . . why Josh and I chose 10 is either a mystery, a forgotten reason, or an arbitrary number we chose in the heat of the moment to appease a little girl.
However and whyever, though, we have been telling her for YEARS that she could get her ears pierced when she was 10.
We gave in a week early, and this morning, she went from this:
even more beautiful than before (who knew that was possible?)
And it was with a minimal amount of cringing . . . see:
I will be honest, we were all a little worried since she has been known to take out a nurse or two for a strep swab . . . she was nervous too . . . can you tell?
But there was no screaming, karate chopping, or holding her down! Congrats, Care Bear!! You look so grown up and I am proud of you for not complaining or begging or pleading. You were a patient waiter and it made today even more fun!! I love you bunches and bunches!
Happy St. Patrick's Day and Happy Ear Piercing Day!!