"Daddy, I just wanted to let you know that I have a loose tooth. I love you. Goodnight.”
That was the voicemail Sarah left for me last night. She was so excited. At six years old, she’s already had a few friends lose some teeth. She has been waiting for the day. Longing for the day. Chomping at the bit (hee hee).
And now that day is within view. Once a tooth gets loose, there’s no turning back. It will get looser. It will fall out. And my beautiful daughter will have a smile that is a little goofier looking…but also just a little bigger than the day before.
