She Found Her Spot

She found her spot.
As she took her first call from a boy, she began to nestle down in the kitchen. Sitting on the cold tile with her hand pressing the phone close to her ear. As she sat there and talked to him I realized my daughter had moved on from being this young child with concerns only of her babies and cartoons, or play time, she now had feelings of butterflies in her tummy and constant thoughts of this boy. Her tone in her voice as she spoke to him was different. She was much softer and her words were calculated. Her laugh and giggles were honest and pure. To this boy on the other end of the phone, she is to him this funny, smart and attractive girl.

In her mother’s eyes though, she would always be those things.