Yesterday I was going up the stairs and noticed my daughter's stuffed animal, Lovie Bear, who has been her constant companion since birth, laying on top of her new high heeled shoes for the father/daughter dance tonight. Elizabeth is almost eleven, and it really struck me as a time of transition. Very sobering in a way. Certainly filled me with complex emotions. I moved the items to a more even background for the photo, but the message is still there.







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