When I was pregnant with The Princess, it never even seemed like a possibility that she would be a she. Perhaps it was because I was so wrapped up in little boy things at the time that imagining a world of pink and purple just didn't seem possible. And then one muggy Auvergnate morning, she was there. Delicately pink and tiny. The sweetest little girl I'd ever seen.
And today, she's 7. Seven.
She gave me the most amazing hug the other day and I didn't want to let go. I worry the most about how we will grow and change as a mother and daughter over the years and I just hope that she always knows how much I love her. This relationship has to be one of the most dynamic and amazing I've ever had. How can I ever thank her for that?