A daughter's love....

Growing up, I always knew that I wanted a daughter, but I was thinking more of dresses and bows and tea parties.  I've always BEEN a daughter, but I never really knew what having a daughter meant.  I've learned that having a daughter means wearing your heart on your sleeve 24/7.  When I was pregnant with Becca (my 2nd child), everyone told me I wouldn't be as protective with the second child and there wouldn't be as many photos because basically I had "been there, done that".  Well, when Becca came along, my instinct to protect her went into overdrive!!!!  Here was this precious baby girl that I dared anyone to look at wrong.  I let her "be" a little bit more than I did with Austin.  She played more in the dirt and that first skinned knee didn't send me crying and calling my own mom, but it still hurt.  As she has gotten older, she has been the best mixture of girly girl who had every dress-up outfit you can imagine to being a bit of a tomboy now.  I think she's still trying to figure herself out a little and that's okay with me.  Boys are still icky and that is MORE than okay with me.  She and I argue more as she is testing the waters in what she calls her "tween" years, which to me is hysterical because the girl won't even be 10-years old until May!!!  But, regardless of whether she's wearing camo and picking out lipgloss to match or wanting to wear a dress and not sitting so ladylike, she is everything a daughter could be.