growing up

I can't believe my big girl will be 15 years old at christmas. I've gotten used to the fact that she is a teenager, but 15 sounds so old.

I know I'm lucky that she still is a 'little girl', not already out getting into more trouble than she can handle.

She wears my clothes, her feet are bigger than mine.

My messy, complicated, needy, amazingly wonderful little girl is growing up into a messy, complicated, needy, amazingly wonderful woman.

And I'm totally blown away.

I've always thought that beautiful little boys growing into men was beyond understanding, and how do their mothers stand it?

I thought girls were no-brainers, they just grow up, like I did.

But life has a way of being fantastic, beyond belief, miraculous, amazing.

Wether you are ready to see it or not.