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growing up is hard to do...

since i'm getting over being a mom to an adult child now, i'm ready to remind myself i'm not that old...and remember i still have my 3 little ones {which may or may not make me feel older}.

 b is almost 10 now...so here's a glimpse into her life today...b is hilarious.  plain and simple: hilarious.  quick witted and funny...




she adores animals more than almost anything else, other than family...so much so that she has been a vegetarian since she could speak.


the 2 major loves of her life: Oliver Joseph Poops-a-lot and Zeus...our bunny and dog, who both deserve a medal of honor for what they do with and for b and her ASD.


oh yea, she's on the spectrum.  b is autistic...and in special schooling and lots of counseling for life skills, but most of all, b is loving and kind and caring and a free spirit.

who doesn't love a kid that can start a "pile on dad" at 7am with her sisters and giggle through it all!


most of all, she's my b.  i love that crazy look that says "i love you" in a way that no one else can understand.  i love her heart...love everything about her...and it scares me that i'll have to someday plan for her to leave home too.  because it was only a blink when p was 10 and i thought she'd never be going off to adulthood.

in the car the other day, we were discussing p going off to school and sof said, "i'm growing up to be a doctor."  jk said, "i'm going to france to be a chef."  and b says, "i think i'll just stay around the house and help mom and dad.  heaven knows they need it."

that's my b...

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