permission granted

Last week McKayla looked taller to me so I said, "Wow! You've grown. You might be as tall as I am now."

Kevin took that as a challenge and measured us. Guess what? McKayla is not as tall as I am - she's TALLER! Yep, she has me by a good half inch.

My first thought was "No Way! How does this happen? My little girl can't grow up that fast!"

Then, I thought about how I want the best for her. I want her to be "tall enough" to find her dreams/goals/ambitions within her reach. I honestly don't mind if she outshines me. In fact, I'd like her to be a better person than I am. I think she already is. She has read the Book of Mormon 3 times already. By the time I was her age, I had read it...Oh wait, I hadn't read it yet. She is a better athlete. She is a nicer person and has more self-confidence than I had.

So, I guess if being taller is one more way she outdoes me, she has my permission!