for what it's worth.. it's worth the while.
It's weird to think how fast we grow and change. When we were little things were perfect, people didn't die, goodbyes meant only till after nap time and a bandaid made the pain go away. Fun was coloring and wonderful was swinging as high as you could on the swing set. You watched Disney movies an endless amount of times and the ending was always the same-they all lived happily ever after. I would wear cute heart and star shaped sunglasses and baby bikinis. I learned how to button buttons and tie my own shoes and was memorized by favorite books that I read to my mommy. And when I was 5, I couldn't wait to be 6 so that I could do all the amazing grown up things 6 years brought. In every picture I was doing something cute and I had my daddy wrapped around my little finger. When I turned 8, I thought I was grown up and packed away my teddy bear and kiddy stuff, trying to leave behind my childhood, but it always caught up with me. When I was 10, I finally packed away those barbies and when I was 11 I no longer needed that cootie shot. By the time I was 12, I dreamt of having a boyfriend and going to high school, being that popular girl. I realized people no longer made friends so easily and change became confusing. I’ve learned that all that matters is how you feel about yourself and no one else's opinion matters. I know now that dreams can come true if you want them to and miracles happen, it just depends on how you look at things. You treasure memories, pictures and stories. Your teddy bear has been replaced by a boyfriend and your favorite dolls with your best friends and you don't mind. Even though you aren't a baby anymore you'll still be that same pretty little girl at heart.
So I heard my mom on the phone earlier talking about the move.. it hasn't really hit me. I think it's going to happen soon though. I don't know how I'm going to handle it.
I have so much to write.. I don't want to though. Maybe tomorrow?