Girly Girl

 It doesn't seem that long ago when I first lovingly gazed upon my sweet cherubic little Cami Rose.

My first daughter.

After two years of balls and cars,  I was thrilled with the pink, ruffles, and  lace that now filled our home and couldn't wait for the day when she had enough hair for me to braid and style.

Of course it wasn't long at all before she grew out of all that cute baby pudge and developed into quite the little princess.  Frilly  dresses, crowns, and castle forts soon became the girly imprint on our home and I just marveled at the innocence and delight which hallmarked those years of her life.

Then came along the tween years with its braces, email, facebook, shopping, Young Women, diets, and staying up too late.

Certainly it's a little more expensive than those princess years, but now she loves to bake goodies, is thoughtful and sweet, is an awesome babysitter, and sets a great example for her younger siblings so we're not complaining.

Every once in a while though, I can't help but to get a little nostalgic for the "good old days" again. 

The days when she actually agreed with me just because I'm her mom.


Now look at her.

I don't know how this happened.   

My daughter is a Jacob fan.

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