Emma's all packed and ready to head to NYC for the next week with her Gran. And in the midst of shopping for a few new outfits (which makes a trip so much more fun especially when it all mixes and matches and is on crazy sale at Gymboree), talking about what her Emily doll should wear to dinner at the American Girl store, and being a teeny bit jealous that Emma's getting to see the Rockettes Christmas show, it hit me.
She's going to be gone for a week.
I know, I know that Audrey did the same trip back in August. But even though she's almost nine, Emma is still my baby. She seems so grown up and so little all at the same time. My heart's just not quite sure what to do.
And I'll just go ahead and admit that if I let it, my mind can spin completely out of control into a downward spiral of fear--of all the horrible things that could happen while she's gone. But I'm just not going to go there. Not gonna.
Instead I'm going to smile and wish her bon voyage and be so excited for her.
Because what an adventure! New York City at Christmas time with the best Gran in the world? Doesn't get much better than that!