It was one of those momma moments that take your breath away.
My Brenna-girl glided down the stairs looking so grown up, poised, and stunningly beautiful.
And I thought, "How does this happen? I savor each stage. Leave my house as rarely as possible. Live as fully present as I can. All so I don't miss anything. And STILL there are moments like these. Moments when my children surprise me. They are all of the sudden years older than my heart is ready for them to be. And so incredibly beautiful."
In moments like that, I grab my camera.
Oh, Brenna-girl. What a joy you are. On the night these pictures were taken, you sang in your first high school Christmas concert. You were the only freshman girl to be featured in any way. You sang in a trio with two young men during "God Rest Ye Merry Gentleman." You sang as beautifully and with as much poise as one would expect given your loveliness. Many people told me what a good job you did as I left the concert hall. And then we went to Wings and Rings with Grandma and Grandpa. I soaked up every moment, knowing next year you will drive, which means the post concert treat will be with peers instead of with me. You are a gift, precious daughter. And although I make many mistakes as your mom, however, one thing I do right is taking joy in every moment.
