It seems as though in front of our very eyes our little girl has gone from
a baby faced sweetie to a big kid. She's growing like crazy. She's long
and lean; 3 feet 3.5 inches these days but her waist has hardly
grown. She can wear the same shorts she wore last summer, they're just
shorter on her. She's so active and independent these days; I struggle
constantly between letting her do things on her own because she
can/should, or insisting on assistance because she needs it. Of course
she thinks she can do everything, so when I have to swoop in to assist
she usually wants to fight it. It's a pretty great reminder for how our Father gently guides us, and how frustrating the process can be at times.