My Little Girl is Growing Up

This past Thursday morning my eldest daughter got braces.  Sniff. Sniff.  She's growing up.

She left the house looking like her usual 8 1/2 year old cute self and came back still looking cute but more mature (she even acted more mature).  She has been doing a phenomenal job these weeks leading up to this momentous occasion with taking responsibility of her teeth.  Since her braces have been on she has done even better.  She even tried to refuse our offer of ginger ale at lunch yesterday.  "Wait!  Is that soda?  I can't have soda!"  Wow.

For those of you who have never met our daughter you must know that Dan and I used to refer to her as "Thuella" (which means whirlwind).  A very impulsive little girl is blossoming into a more controlled young lady.  We are proud of her.  She has come so far and the Lord has been so gracious to her.

I am very grateful that she is excited about these braces (much like I was when I had to get mine a feeeeeew years . . . Ok, more than two decades ago).  Especially, since this is only the first phase!  It has been fun to share stories with her about my adventures with my head gear and lip bumper, too (yeah, I looked like a mega nerd, but I didn't care!).  We will be able to so relate to each other as she moves further along in the next 18 months.

- it's blahg!  MB