I am broke and struggling, but damnit, I have my two cents and I love it. I am no longer a guest in my home. I am an equal partner in my child's financial needs and future, and even supply her with health insurance. The woman who felt two inches tall is now standing at her "fullest" 5'1 and a half inches.
Why is it that so many feel it's more terrifying for a father to raise a little girl instead of a boy? If I had a boy, I know I'd be less wary of what's to come and would feel less terrified about the day he goes off on his own. But for Avery, so many things speed through my mind about what could happen as she ventures off into the scary world.