I am really missing my daughter today.  She comes out of the bedroom this morning in her little-kid-butt underwear and asks "is it "THE GIRL" and Mommy day today"?  Sadly, no, darling it isn't.  That's what we call days that are just us.  We get to do whatever we feel like.  On those days, if she wants to go to Target 4,000 times, we will.  If she wants "Micken Chuggins" (Chicken McNuggets - she mixed up the words one evening and it was so hilarious that we now call them that), she gets them.  THE GIRL and Mommy days are special days - days where we can talk about anything she wants, see whatever she wants (within reason) and just spend time together.  I love those days more than anything.

And, I am so wishing today was one of those days.

I hope...I REALLY hope that when she is 17 years old, she begs to still have those days.  Of course, the itinerary will be different.  She may not want to watch "The Wizard of Oz" twice that day (or, she might!).  She may want us to get manis/pedis (she already enjoys doing our own nails).  I just hope that she looks forward to those days then as much as she does now - and knows that she can ALWAYS talk to her Momma about whatever she wants to know about and I will always answer honestly.