Tall Daughter is ten. Well, ten-and-a-half to be more precise. She's a very sweet girl with a lovely innocent quality about her and I cherish that innocence because I know it won't last for too much longer.
She still believes in Father Christmas and the Tooth Fairy, even in the face of teasing from some of her classmates. She occasionally still likes to play with dolls and today we even went to ToysRUs to buy a new one for her collection. She's a firm believer in fairies and has several books on the subject, some with instructions on how and where to find them. We've been known to take one of the books with us and head off to the local woodland to look for clues, and even though we haven't found any fairies yet she's not downhearted because she knows that they're very hard to find.
That old cliche about children growing up too fast is, sadly, very true. It's hardly a blink of the eye since she was born, and now she's on the verge of adolescence. And even though it has been mentioned to me recently that TD will 'find out the truth' soon, and perhaps I should tell her I don't see why I should. She'll discover things out for herself in her own sweet time, and in the meantime I'm hanging onto her innocence for as long as possible.