I can't believe I have an eight year old child!
I know this sounds stupid, but I can't believe it. It was only a couple of years ago that I brought her home from Northwestern Memorial in 15 degrees Fahrenheit weather, without really much of a clue how to care for her. And then she proved me right by not sleeping more than three hours in a row for the next four months. Yup, despite sleep deprivation bordering on torture, I do remember those days. Vividly.
So it just seems so weird to me how grown up she is. She's Eight! You know what comes next? Nine! And then, gasp, Double Digits!!! Yikes!
It just goes by so, so fast....