Elizabeth had her first sleepover last night at her best friend, Mia's, house. When I picked her up at noon, she was reluctant to leave--she'd had a great time. As for me, I spent a restless night, waiting for that middle-of-the-night telephone call that never came. On the one hand, I'm pleased that she had a wonderful time. On the other hand, I am reminded yet again that, sadly, my little girl is growing up...
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I know that feeling! Half proud, half disappointed.
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