How'd you become so weird, so sassy, so wild?
How'd you become outgoing, opinionated and so confident a child?
How'd you become a grown up instead of a girl?
How'd it happen that the years flew by in a whirl?
The answers it seems, only you know,
So smart, so bright so ready to go.
I look for my little girl, but I am too slow,
You're already on to the next act of your show.
Time watching you grow has been cherished time spent,
I've sat back and admired your spunk and your talent.
Away you go, your own life to make,
Just remember a piece of my heart you will take.
I guess I didn't embarrass her too much. The day she got her yearbook, she texted me at work to say, " Thanks for the wonderful ad! I love you!" and then I texted back something sappy and we both got teary eyed.