Today you are eleven.
I think it might have been yesterday, or just last week that it was my 22nd birthday and the best present ever was placed in my arms. It surely wasn't eleven years ago. But I show your daddy the pictures I snapped, and we're shocked to see this pretty young lady grinning back. Where did the little girl with the round cheeks and impish grin go? And Daddy whispers kind of fearfully, "She's beautiful . . . we won't get her contacts until she is really old."
But it is your heart where the true beauty lies, my giving, helping, and selfless girl. You are often a lesson to me in how I should be. I've watched you grow and change and blossom so much this year. You're taller, your feet are bigger, your work ethic has matured. I see the glimpses of what the grown-up you could be and it makes my heart all warm and happy. Oh girlie, I hope your heart stays true. I pray that Jesus keeps being the focus. I pray you go forward with discernment and wisdom. I pray you do the hard things. And I hope you know that as we wade through the "big girl stuff" that I'm sure is just around the bend that I love you, SO MUCH. God made a very special you. Never doubt the plans He has for you and never sell out for something cheaper.
Happy birthday Rissy-girl! Raising you has been a joyful gift.