Madie picked an outfit to wear to church today that required a pair of sandals or flats. Of which she has neither right now. Her sandals are too small and her flats have disappeared. With five minutes to go before we had to head out the door she says, “Can I borrow your white sandals?”
“They fit?”
“Yes. I tried them last week and they are a little big but they fit ok.”
“Really?”
“Yes, moooom. Really.”
“Fine. You can borrow them.”
I am in denial. My oldest daughter is slowly creeping up to my height. Soon she will surpass me. Chris would say that this doesn’t take much, and he is quick to point out that Madie will be driving in five years. And I would like to imagine that she is still the baby that I brought home almost eleven years ago. But I know that this cannot be. I will have to let her grow up. Even though I don’t want to.
The Puddles 
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