There are some things I'm not ready for.
I'm not ready for my kids to start driving. I'm not ready for "the talk" with any of them. I'm not ready for the day that Luke loves another woman more than me. I'm not ready for bras and PMS.
Another thing I'm not ready for? Boys to be checking out my 7 year old!
It happened for the first time this fall, when we went up to Brighton. It happened again last night at Josh's work party.
I'll admit...it kind of made me laugh because I could see this little boy looking at her out of the corner of his eye...pretending that he wasn't watching her.
But, at the same time, I wanted to walk over and flick him in the forehead and tell him to STOP IT!
She's my baby girl. I'm not ready for this.