My baby is fourteen today: born August 10, 1998 @ 1:00 pm. She has flourished and grown to a whopping 5’10” and still growing getting ready for high school to start.
I actually knew all along as she is my third child how fast they grow. Her two older siblings have grown and moved forward with their lives. But my baby, is now taller than me, stronger than me, so beautiful and grown into a lovely compassionate young lady. She excels in school, sports and is an awesome caregiver to her nephew.
Of course if you ask her, she was switched at birth and she isn’t really my child. She has a whole set of different parents and siblings. I am never really sure if I should take offense to this statement or laugh it off. I now just laugh it off, and tell her the people who switched her at birth did a good job matching what I would dream of having as my youngest girl. :p