OK, here's Miss B a few days ago getting ready to go with Cowboy to the Daddy/Daughter Dance our church hosts each year. Seriously, all I can think of when I see these pictures is the song from Fiddler on the Roof (which my kids just happened to watch last week).
Is this the little girl I carried?
Is this the little boy at play?
I don't remember growing older
When did they?
When did she get to be a beauty?
When did he grow to be so tall?
Wasn't it yesterday
When they were small?
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers
Blossoming even as we gaze
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears
What words of wisdom can I give them?
How can I help to ease their way?
I'll stop there, because the rest of the lyrics do NOT fit. She's not getting married anytime soon, but oh the happy-sad emotions that rush over me when I see my baby girl looking so old and she's not quite 12!!!
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