Here she is. Our beautiful 11 year old.
I kept her home with me today because I felt like I needed a hooky day with her. We went to breakfast, and then treated ourselves to mani/pedis. It was perfect. Abby is really fun to hang out with, she likes to talk (like her mama) so our conversations are always lively and interesting.
I’ve realized that I didn’t just birth her eleven years ago, she actually birthed me.
We come from each other.
I’m so grateful.
And after three boys, Polly was so happy to get her first granddaughter who has brightened my life every step of the way.