If you've been following this blog for a while you may remember when I posted here about how my daughter had changed her name when she started a new school last fall.
It was no big deal, it was her choice and I went along with it.
And then, last night, I went to see her in a school production and there was her name – her real name, the name I call her, listed on the program.
And seeing it made me inexplicably happy.
Yes, my mind knows that her being called Lizzie instead of Elizabeth is no big deal.
But considering how happy seeing her full name made me, it is painfully obvious that while I may logically know this is no big deal, my heart isn't quite in agreement with my head.
I'll keep working on it though…