Lucy turned seven on March 12. I can hardly stand to think about it. In this photo, I can see what she will look like when she is 13. And, lately, I am getting a glimpse of how she will act when she is 13. She questions everything. "There has to be a REASON," insists. When I am not caught in the petty trap of because-I-am-your-mother-and-I-said-so, I have to stand back and admire her mind, her tenacity, her emotional intelligence. She both exhausts and amazes me, and she has since the moment she was born.
