Do You Remember Eight?

Do you remember eight?
I try, but I've become short sited blurry these days.
But that's the great thing about motherhood.
I get to relive those years, through my girls.

Days of bike riding, and summer popsicles.

Running through the sprinkler and scratching at bug bites.

Eight... I have decided, is a magical age.

Childhood is still firmly in place, yet...

There is a maturity that has blossomed, and you see glimpses of the adult within.

Youngest had a friend over recently.

And to my surprise,  I found these pictures on my camera.

Where was I?

I had a dentist appointment.

Glamourous, I know.

So while I was gone, a mini photo shoot occurred.

The photos turned out just lovely.

Eldest was the photographer for the day.

I was so happy to find them.

This age, eight.  

Will be scooting along in a few short months.

And I for one will be sad to see it go.

It has been a good year for us.

Friends, frustrations, fears.

They all came along for the ride.

That is what made it so much fun.

Do you remember eight?

It's all starting to come back to me.

Running through the sprinkler, the popsicles, and

... Pepsi platform shoes 

thankfully for youngest, they did not make a comeback.

xoxo,

This post will be linking up with Alicia Ann for Wordful Wednesday and
Jenny Matlock for her Alphabe Thursdays.  

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