My little girl turns 10 years old today.
We've traded pigtails and velcro shoes for long, straight hair and colorful Converse sneakers. But we've still got the stuffed dog.
And really, that's ok. When I see girls just a year older than her wearing make-up and short-shorts and too-tight tops, I thank God that my little girl is still a little girl. I'm not in any hurry for her to grow up.
Happy birthday, precious girl!