But I’m still not ready.
TeenHer is…is….is….

TALLER THAN ME!

I don’t know what made me tell her to stand up in front of the measuring tape on my friend B.J.’s office wall.  Some remark was let fly about how one day she’s going to outgrow her mom, or some such nonsense. And there she stood, bare-footed, smirking, while I held an envelope over her head to mark the spot. 5’3″ and a half. When I kicked off my shoes and stepped into her place, BJ squawked, “OH! you’re WAY shorter than her. WAY.” Hannah marked me at 5’2″ – and a half.

it’s only an inch, but it may as well be a mile. My baby- this baby:

I blinked and she turned into this:

and now she’s this:

oh, man. Sometimes my life is more wonderful than my heart can bear.