"OMG!" exclaimed G from the family room first thing this morning. "Did the remote control shrink?"
I was tired. I actually thought for a moment. Then said "No, dear. Maybe your hand has grown?"
G, almost 9, protested. "Really, I mean, literally, the remote control is SKINNIER THAN IT WAS YESTERDAY. Do you think I really grew? Like, really? OMG! Let me see your hand."
She held her hand up against mine. Gulp.
My baby is growing up.
Happy Family Day, G. Eight years since we became a forever family, forever blessed by you.
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