Our family celebrated two birthdays in the past couple of weeks, my daughter's and mine. These milestones brought to mind thoughts about growing up, growing older, changes. My daughter is still young, but she's gaining independence every day, and lately I find myself wondering the kind of adult she'll grow up to be.
by Marie Ponsot
The child was a girl, the girl is a woman; the shift
is subtle and absolute, worn like a gift.
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