She left in the morning, still a seventh grader for just a few more hours. She looked so lovely – all 5 feet & 8 inches of her a stunning example of beauty. Looking at her, it’s hard to believe that she’s only thirteen. Looking at her, it’s hard to believe she rose up from under my arm to nearly my height in only two years. Somehow though, looking at her, I can still see my itty-bitty-juicy-baby-girl. I love her so much.
She returned in the evening, accompanied by a gang of twelve other ex-seventh graders, and stood before me a brand new eighth grader! We commemorated the transition with the burning of schoolwork, s’mores, chili dogs, scary movies, and a house full of teenagers that never did go to sleep. After an all nighter, we ended the affair with a big pancake breakfast. I’m exhausted – but they had fun. They, being the eighth graders!
Great job, Ladies! Now enjoy being at the top of the food chain while it lasts. After next year’s party – you’ll be starting back at the bottom