I'm not sure how it happened, but yesterday you turned nine. Nine years old! I can hardly wrap my mind around it. For a long time I would think about this day, and feel like it was so far away. I could not imagine you at this age. I would see clothing at stores that were the size a nine year old would wear and just marvel at the size of them. It did not seem possible that you would one day fit into those clothes.
And now, here we are.
Nine.
It came so much faster than I ever thought it would.
We've had a wild ride this last year, and I am so proud of the way you have taken it all in. You have grown out of the little girl phase and are starring dead on at the "tweens". I'm starring at the "tweens" like a deer in the headlights. I won't sugar coat it: I'm totally terrified. Unlike the first few years of your life, my heart now has complete understanding of how fast time moves. I don't want to waste a single second with you.
I love how you can sit and have deep conversations with me now. We discuss things like friends, emotions, troubles with school, and Jesus. I pray that you will continue to come to me to talk. I don't care if it's about your favorite color, some crazy dream you've had, or if it's more on the serious side. I pray that you always know that, no matter what, we (daddy too) are here for you.
You are one amazing
Love,
Mom
Here is your birthday montage:
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