Happy 4th of July, everyone! I'm so grateful for this day we have to think about our blessings and to recognize how incredible this great country is. I was going to write a blog to this effect, but then I ran across this one and realized I could never say it as well, so go read Kerry's blog instead.
In the meantime, I have another reason to celebrate but also to mourn. My daughter is turning twelve today. She's excited to go to Girls' Camp and Young Women and to grow up and be a teenager, and I'm mourning the fact that she's going to Girls' Camp and Young Women and growing up and being a teenager. I still feel twelve -- I'm not ready for this -- I keep wondering if I've taught her enough and if she feels like she's got a strong foundation and most of all, wondering how she can be turning twelve when I so plainly remember the day she was born and dressing her in tiny little sleepers and holding the length of her entire body on my forearm. And it's all burned into my memory and lives like it was just yesterday, and now she's telling me that she's twelve? I think someone's playing a big trick on me . . . she's really only two.