My Baby is Growing Up

It took my husband and I, eight years to successfully have a child. We had been through a miscarriage at 8 weeks, fertility treatments (for years) and the horrific loss of our twins, Nathan and Noah who were born prematurely at 23 weeks. To say the least, when Ma'am was born she fixed my broken heart. She was a shining beacon of hope in a very ugly time. And now... she has layers. Yes, you heard me right. Layers. At 4 1/2 Ma'am got her first haircut. She has long beautiful curly hair but it was getting too fuzzy at the ends. It was time. And she was sooo proud during the whole experience. And worse than the layers that she loves to talk about, she now has her own product. Mousse. I'm starting to become afraid. Very afraid. Of my beautiful little baby... my beacon of hope... the fixer of my broken heart... of her growing up. I think I need a drink.