March 25

Ah, sweet Friday. School pick-ups, then Abby's dance class, then our customary girls-only dinner, then mother/daughter dance class. It's a tiring evening for sure, but it's worth it when I get moments like this. (And no, she's not trying to eat Pinkie Pie. I have no idea what she's doing but she'd never eat a My Little Pony plush.)

It was, as usual, entertaining to sit with my girl and listen to her chatter on about her day. Just hearing her gives me insight into her growing world, and I know quite well that I'm fortunate that she still wants to talk to me. These days are precious and few, so I'll soak 'em up while I can (even if I have to listen to Pony stories. Many, many pony stories).