My, My, My, Look At How You've Grown...

I Cried when she turned three.

Not the few tears, few sniffs and then you're done kind of crying.

I cried the face turned to the pillow, kleenex on the floor, can't stop until your head is about to explode kind of crying.

I blamed Grandpa Rick. He gave her a "big" girl bike. She hoped right on that thing like she'd been riding for years. "Look Mom! I'm a big girl now"

I didn't want my baby to be big! I wanted her to stay two, stay by me and never grow up. She's always been my full speed ahead kid. I want to try this, do that, go here. I find myself wanting to hold on tighter, slow time down just a little.

Fifteen years have flown by!

And I know the next fifteen will too! All I can do is hold on tight and enjoy the ride. I couldn't stop her now if I wanted to......and I really don't want to. How can I be anything but pleased with the young woman she is growing into?

Happy Fifteenth Birthday Gabby!!

Thank you for the wonderful years of Sunshine!

Can someone bring me a tissue?