Gone

The little girl is gone. She has slipped away, not very slowly, in front of my eyes over the last few months. She had her school Christmas party today. Previously, Christmas party meant finding her twirliest, frilliest, prettiestness. Today she told me she wanted a funky outfit. My heart ached a tiny bit. But she still wanted some twirly, choosing a mama-made santa skirt. We teamed it with hand-dyed rainbow tights, mad mia funky boots and a rhinestoned "Dance, Dance, Dance" tshirt. She asked me to french braid her hair. She looked fabulous. Grown up, but age-appropriate and with a heap of "Katie-ness" to the outfit. All that said, my grown up girl is currently curled up with her monkey in her arm with a touch of her little girl peeping back through. 

We have a night off tonight. She's been colouring Christmas cards, watching a bit of a dance movie and will be in her bed very very soon! Double show day today, no school!! Her teacher has even let her off homework.