Yesterday, my little girls entered double digits, and I just can’t believe it.
Sophie came with me Monday night to hear our gospel choir concert, and it was such a special night. She wore, in true Sophie style, a pink-and-purple leopard print top, sparkly pink-sequin-and-rhinestone shoes, and a red hibiscus hair clip. Yet all of that was outshone by her own personality; she is a traveling ray of sunshine with an oversize heart. She bobbed her head and swayed to the music, and shouted with joy at the end of each song, and when it was over, she was bubbling with satisfaction and excitement. At the dinner afterward, I watched her beam with pleasure as the older girls noticed her and she made friends everywhere she went.
Lucy is our little ballerina, and I’ve so enjoyed watching her stretch herself, literally and figuratively. She has her first recital in a few weeks, and while I know it is making her anxious, she is also delighting in her costume and not letting her fear shut her down. She is our planner, always wanting to be prepared and organized and on time, but she has also fallen in love with Adele and draws pages of outfits and ensembles. Lucy has a guiding sense of morality that is striking in a kid her age, and I am thrilled to think how her careful, precise little personality will continue to bloom.
I didn’t get this post up yesterday on their actual birthday, as work has been a new and uncomfortable level of hectic these days. I didn’t pick up the bags of lollipops they requested to be able to give out to their classmates, and I have no idea what goody bags their guests will go home with after their pool party on Saturday. But I’m feeling grateful and lucky and blessed nonetheless, because I have two fantastic ten-year-old daughters, and life is just fine.


