Cut the crust while you can

My daughter Hannah wakes up early during the week to get ready for school.

Since she catches the bus at 6:30 AM ( sheesh! ) she sets her alarm for some crazy time like 5:45 AM...I mean, wow. 

But she is quiet like a cat upstairs, and I never hear her getting ready.

Often she will come tip-toeing into my room and whisper to me..."Mom, will you braid my hair?"

This morning we sat in the living room by the fire. It was very early.

I was on the couch, and Hannah sat on the floor in front of me.

As I gently brushed her hair for a few minutes before braiding a band across the front, it did not escape me that these are the days to remember.

These are the moments I will cherish for the rest of my life.

I admit that I brushed her hair longer than necessary.

I'm a lucky mom that she didn't mind.
I know that.

So after I was finished, and she went back upstairs to finish getting ready, I went into the kitchen to pack her lunch.

I cut the crust off her sandwich, because I know she likes that...and I don't care that she's 14, she likes it!

I won't get to do that forever!

But I get to do it today, and probably tomorrow. 

So I did, and I will.

My beautiful baby girl.