My Baby is Nine...

So...guess what? My oldest, my first born, my baby (or all three girls my babies?) turned NINE this week. It makes me sad. Where has the last nine years gone? It seems just like last week that she was learning to walk. Last week that I dropped her at her first day of kindergarten. Last week that I she first rode her bike. Now...she's a swimmer on the local private swim club, an avid jazz and hip hop dancer, and has gone to a state competition for Battle of the Books. Yes, it makes me sad. But...also...she couldn't make me more proud! Isn't she beautiful? :-)