Sep 082009
While speaking to a friend on the phone the other day, I made mention of, “my baby girl.”
My friend sounded confused as to who I was referring to. But “my baby girl” knows who she is.
And if I call her peanut, or monkey, or any other pet name I have assigned her, she quickly reminds me what her real name is. “No, I’m your baby girl.”
Although, on certain occasions, she might possess the name ”Cinderella,” or “Princess,” I assure you, it’s only temporary.
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Single tired mom of four. Lover of chocolate and coffee - not necessarily in that order. Lover of Jesus, photographer by trade, Photoshop junkie and crime TV watcher.
gosh, she’s getting so big. sniff
Ditto what Carrie said! But she’s as beautiful as ever. Like mommy.
So precious. I just love that!