I'll be the first to admit that my relationship with Lily is going through some growing pains and it's happening more often now that she's seven. The temper flares a little quicker and some times I wonder where her cute little girly-girl days have gone. I know that there are stages that we all go through in life and times of change, I just hadn't been prepared. She still does have some pretty cute things to say and still seems to enjoy when I make the time to hear them. She knows how to make me giggle and how to touch my heart in an instant.
Sometimes, she can be my ego-booster:
"Mom, you look REALLY skinny today. Like thinner than yesterday."
Sometimes, she comes across as Miss Fashionista:
"I don't like that shirt. It looks HORRIBLE on you. That's really NOT your color."
Sometimes, wit comes flying out her mouth:
While working on some math problems,
"I can't get this! It's like my brain just fell out of its compartment!"
Sometimes, she surprises me by sharing what she's thinking about:
"I thought you said adoption costed like $100 and you couldn't afford it. Well, that's fine if you decide to adopt, but if you do I GET TO PICK OUT THE BABY!!"
And sometimes, she overhears my conversations and hears my fears and responds:
"That's okay if we can't go anywhere. We can just stay home all winter. That's okay with me. I'm fine with that."