A Day in the Life

Charity..its a word I use over and over with my daughter to make her understand how blessed she really is. She had all her new pj's piled on the floor and told me she had no more room in her dresser. I explained to her that maybe it was time to make room. Then we were rushed on to our next errand. I never thought she had time to do it, figured I would be reminding her again. But as I walked through the dining room I caught a glance of her favorite satin pj's in the donation pile. The PowerPuff Girl ones. I almost dropped a tear. These bright pink short pj's with a guy type cut top looked soo cute on her. And they were satin and shiny, girly girl just the way she likes it. I had to take a picture of that pile of clothes to freeze in time the fact that she is growing up. That PowerPuff girls arent the thing anymore. That they may actually be too small but that is too hard for me to face. She turns 9 this month and is only a head shorter than me. I plan to savor every moment I have with her, even if it isn't in those Powerpuff Girl pj's.