Had my heart broken tonight.
My delightful 7-year-old daughter, Casey, told me it embarrasses her when I yell “I love you!” out the window upon dropping her off at elementary school in the morning. I’m not sure why this hurt me, because I’m sure, at age 7, I would have been somewhat mortified, too. It’s just that, as much as I try and fight it, she’s growing up. Quickly. Cliche be damned, it does seem like yesterday that we were taking her to the pumpkin patch as an infant, leaning her up against the props in her LITTLE PUMPKIN outfit (see above photo) and taking pictures. I’d flop her around, she’d giggle and laugh and coo and do all those amazing things little infants do.
Now she’s 7. And embarrassed of me.
I suppose I’ll stop yelling “I love you!”
I’ll just whisper it instead.