Ninth birthdays are kind of bittersweet for me, the mommy. Nine means "half way." And I can't help but think--if the first half went that fast, the next half, well it can only go as fast.
And then I blinked and it was over.
I'm remembering today the ultrasound that promised a sister for Marissa. I was thrilled. You two were destined for best friendship. I'm remembering the thrill of introducing you to her.
It feels ages ago . . . me, scarcely beyond girlhood myself, mommy to two sweet girlies.
Slowly the dress-up clothes have been packed away.
The "Littlest Pet Shop" rarely makes appearances.
Instead you collect nail polishes and lip glosses and a million different bags.
You ask for spending money for your birthday.
The little girl is slowly fading.
And glimpses of young lady are emerging.
I love your craftiness and creativity. I get that need to make things.
I love your tender heart for wee ones.
I love how you take clothing that is destined for the trash can and reinvent it as doll clothes.
I love how you try to come up with interesting recipes.
I can't understand your hatred of mayonnaise and Velveeta (really--who doesn't like Velveeta??). ;o)
I love that you still play Barbies with Marissa. It was the last thing to go with my sister and I too.
I love the sparkle in your eyes and every last one of those freckles.
And your quiet sneakiness . . . *ahem* ;o)
You are a precious part of our family and I cannot imagine life without you and your giggle.
Happy birthday Bella-boo!
Seek Jesus in all you do and live in a way that will bring glory for Him.
In the end, that is all that matters. Truly.
We love you to pieces!