When a girl gets her ears pierced it is a defining moment into entering womanhood. At least it was for me- I still remember going over to the salon with my mom, the sweaty palms, butterflies swarming inside my stomach and the pinch that suddenly turned to burning as the lady pierced my right ear lobe and then the left. But then when I looked into the mirror through tears that were puddling in my eyes I felt older, more responsible and beautiful.
Sweet Rilee got her ears pierced today. She isn't eight yet, but she wanted me to be there. And since I won't be here when she turns she was the exception to the rule. She was so brave.