A basketball game day, all of the players have to dress up (i.e., no jeans and jogging shoes). As I watched Hannah get ready, it struck me like a bolt of lightning that my little girl is growing up. From the borrowed scarf to dress up? a t-shirt to the tiny brush of mascara and pale pink lip-gloss, she’s changing before my eyes.
She needs to stop. So I won’t make her late for the bus by snapping more pictures. And so my heart won’t break.