My baby is growing up and I HATE it! Gracie came to me a couple weeks ago and said, "Mommy, I have two loose teeth!" My response was, "Oh Wow!", thinking I had lots of time. Hhhmmm--not so much. She worked on both those teeth at the same time and in record time and before I knew it they were gone. I kept saying, "WAIT!, I'm not ready." She was so proud of herself because she got two teeth out and Sami and Kaleb only pulled one at a time. I was happy for her, but secretly mourning those first little teeth that came as a baby. . . my baby. UGH! It's so silly, but so incredibly hard to watch her grow up so fast.
Well, the Tooth Fairy came and left $5.00 along with lots of Fairy Dust. She was happy about the money, but over the moon over the Fairy Dust. She informed me tonight that the Fairy Dust was going to stay on her dresser forever and if we move she will scoop it up and take it with us. How cute is that!?
She'll always be my baby. That's a title that will never go away. I'll always call her "Baby Mac". She may hate it when she's 16, but I hope she'll always know that there is something special about being the baby.