The other night, on the edge of the closet door in R-boy’s room (which used to be R-girl’s room), we discovered that R-girl is just a hair away from meeting her goal.
Or one of her goals, that is: To be as tall as me (or taller), which is somewhere in the vicinity of 5’11”.
And what I know about R-girl’s goals is this: When she sets one…watch out, buckle up, hold on, and enjoy the ride.
I mean, hello. Did you happen to see those dates????
You’ve come a long way, baby girl. And fast.
(But sorry, sweet pea, I’m still in the lead…)
xo
