Somewhere it happened.
My daughter, who is ten, on the cusp of becoming 11, walked away from being a child and became a "preteen".
(Long) Gone forever are the days of baby dolls and barbies.
No more "cutsie" dresses.
Bows are by her choice.
In are I-pods. CD's. Computer games.
There isn't a single "toy" on her Christmas List (any ideas/suggestions of gifts are much appreciated)
Oh, and did I mention boys?
Sure, she has "talked" about boys for the past two years. Only talk. Or perhaps said she claimed to have had a boyfriend. But it only lasted a day. Certainly no longer than that.
Nothing to be alarmed about.
There is "a boy". A boy who has been "boyfriend" for over two weeks.
A lifetime in the eyes of a fifth grader.
He comes to our house everyday to play. And when they aren't playing, they are calling one another on the phone. Somewhere near 37 times a day.
Ok, perhaps I exaggerate a bit. But it's certainly more than I talk to Big Daddy.
Perhaps all week combined.
And tonight....I met his dad. A big moment in their short lives.
While I am not yet planning a wedding (LOL!) it is all new to us with a girl.
We approve of the little boy.
He seems like a very nice and respectful boy. Nice manners. I like that. A reflection of the parents. That's what I preach to my kids anyhow. When I threaten.
And nice to my daughter and seems plum near crazy about her. Even when we aren't.
Although it isn't to often.
Remember those days?
First puppy love.
So cute and innocent.
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