Sunday, September 13, 2015


I just kissed Emma good night.  As she stood in front of me, I cupped her face in my hands.  Her height is even with my chest.  Her adult teeth are all growing in.  Her eyes sparkle.  Beautiful skin and still carried that button nose I adore. 
She thinks I'm weird as I hold her face and stare at it.  I don't care.  It's my job to be weird, right?  Right. 

Still starring, I tried to etch forever that nine year old face.  Tomorrow, when she wakes up, I will never get the chance to see that nine year face again.  Never, ever. 

Soaking in every last second.  Staring.
Time for the good night kiss.

And just like that I said good bye to my nine year old.  It's double digits tomorrow.

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