It was the last day of third grade today. In just a couple of months, my little girl will be nine years old. A couple of months after that, she will be in fourth grade. Fourth grade. It is incredible how having a child marks the passage of time. She was this perfect little baby, then an adorable toddler. Now, all of the sudden she is a child, a person, with annoying habits, and toe jam. She can be deeply difficult and breathtakingly sweet within the space of five minutes. She is just as I imagined her, and nothing like I planned.