This is actually happening. Senior pictures. Graduation. I find myself daydreaming about when she was little and her dimply, fluffy fingers grabbing my hands to cross the street, how she smelled of baby lotion, and her contagious laughter the first time she rode her bike.
She's growing up. I can't stop it and while part of me wants to, I can't wait to see what she's going to do in this crazy world. Go get 'em Lou.