Can I even call her that anymore?
Saturday, she went on a trip with Grandma and Grandpa. She was so excited she carried around her backpack of clothes, running between the doorway and us in the living room, just waiting for that knock on the door.
She barely had time to even say "see you later!" as she ran headlong out the door.
I couldn't help but smile, but also want to cry at her burgeoning independence.
No longer is she my baby. Fought for both before her birth and after.
Even though she wasn't the one to break my heart into a million pieces, slowly, but surely, she is putting it back together.
"At any given moment, you have the power to say this is NOT how the story is going to end." - unknown
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