my eleventh grade girl...

My girl is about to start 11th grade.

(against my advice, I want her to stay little tiny)

I remember exactly what she was wearing her very first day of preschool.

(I cried, she was running to get away from me)

I can just see her skipping off to Kindergarten.

(she was WAY more independent that I would have liked)

I can still picture her in her little pink tutu on her first day of ballet.

(again, I cried, she ran)

How did she grow so quickly?

Why have the years flown by?

There's no possible way that I have cherished every moment like I should have.

(she did the cutest things when she was little)

Theres no way that I didn't miss a thing.

Im going to try and keep my eyes peeled these last two years that I have her

and hopefully.....

(but doubtfully)

I won't miss anything else!

I love you sweet girl.

(to the moon and back)

You're the best!

(and I mean it)