When we brought her home and I began to panic, "What if I can't do this? What if I screw up? What if she cries and never stops?" My fears were in vain. She was a wonderful, good-natured baby. I can remember when we moved into our house when she was 7 months and looking at the elementary school across the street and thinking, "She'll never be old enough to go there!" That day would never come.
She grew into the sweetest, most imaginative child. We knew we had something special in her - what a gift! She always impressed those around her with her adorable voice and inquisitive spirit. She wanted to know everything and learned everything we taught her well. Going off to kindergarten with her heart full of joy, I cried uncontrollably. The day had come and she was growing up.
We imagined her as young lady, knowing she was going to be a wonderful, amazing daughter. We knew she'd be beautiful and loving. But we also knew that day would never come.

Now she's that young woman of 12, we see the dreams we had for her coming to fruition. She is a loving, beautiful, sweet, intelligent girl. She's all we could ask for in a daughter. Now we think about the teenage years, and I hope God keeps her innocent and joyful. I can't bear to imagine her grown with her own family. That day will never come.

It's not fair. I can't bear to see her grow. Each step has been a joy and there was not one time that I wished she would be older. I have cherished each day. I quit working full-time and eventually gave up even part-time work so that I could see every moment. I home-school because I saw time flying and I want to be an influence all throughout the day.
All these hours spent with her, watching her grow up, it's still not enough.
I want her to slow down, spend a few years being 12. PLEASE don't make the jump to 13. Please don't let the day you grow up and don't need me anymore ever come.















