She left for her last official Daddy-Daughter Dance about an hour ago. I couldn’t help but feel a little nostalgic as I watched her Daddy pull the car out of the driveway. She is growing into an amazing young lady, but seriously where has the time gone? Ten. She’s ten years old. Almost eleven actually! I don’t like to think about all the time with her that’s already passed, but I do enjoy witnessing her blossom into the person God designed her to be. I genuinely love spending time with her, chatting with her, and hearing about her thoughts on life. It makes my time with her growing smaller seem a lot more … well, not-so-sad. Bittersweet nonetheless, but more sort of wondrous and remarkable. I am so thankful for the privilege to be her mama and cherish every day with her.