Still a young girl at heart

My middle daughter is so grown up. Thirteen and beautiful, she continually amazes me with her level of maturity. Today I was happily reminded that in her heart she is still a little girl. We exited a grocery store and she skipped all the way to the car. Not little skips; big happy skips, knees high in the air, arms swinging wide, a radiant smile on her face. She may be thirteen but her childhood is in tact. There are so many things to be thankful for and that is one of the big ones.

The clerk who assisted us to our car with the groceries actually flirted with her in front of me! MD had no idea that was what he was doing. She conversed with him pleasantly, was polite in her answers and had no idea that he was just thirty seconds away from asking her for her phone number. I asked my husband what I would have done if he had asked her, to which he told me I should have punched him.