A funny thing I’ve notice lately, how I still refer to myself as a “girl”. I guess I always have, and maybe always will. Does anyone else do the same thing? Is it human nature? Or wishful thinking on my part? Will I still be a “girl” when I’m 60?
Maybe it is because I still like to play and have fun with the little ones. Maybe it’s because I never really grew up on the inside, the female Peter Pan perhaps? nah, not likely, just ask my sister. 😉
Truth is, I’m just a big girl now. Taller, older, a little wider… er, I mean wiser. 😉 but I’m still a girl.
Alaska on my mind... 
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Girls, boys! It’s not that we are “children” anymore but our expectations in life are the same. We still want to be liked, accepted for who we are, and definitely still want to have fun and laugh at silly things, still have our feelings hurt over seemingly (to others) little things! To me being called a girl just describes my gender. When I call you “girl”, it’s a term of endearment and acknowledgment that we are alike in so many ways! Hugs…
Yes seester we are just big girls now! Today I lay here reading all your blogs..if I close my eyes I can see all the things you are doing.. and I feel your happiness…I am so excited for May, like a little girl anxiously awaiting your visit… and anxiously awaiting ours to Alaska this fall! I love you so much my seester!! Keep posting and bloging, so we can continue to share in your big adventures!♡♡♡♡♡