Seven years ago today, this happened:
My oldest girl made me a mama.
I get so sappy and nostalgic on my kids’ birthdays.
I can hardly believe she’s seven!
Just look how she’s grown.
She’s racing through first grade.
She loves reading (Happy Potter at the moment) and singing and all kinds of crafts.
She plays the piano and takes ballet lessons. She sings in the children’s choir at our church, and she’s in Little Flowers Girls’ Club. She loved soccer last year. She runs like the wind.
She’s sweet and loving. She’s creative and loves to explore. She’s funny and quite goofy, but sometimes she’s very serious. She has a habit of twirling her hair. She likes to learn about things before getting too involved with them. She’s tough, but not a daredevil.
She loves her sisters and her friends and her dogs. She would spend all of her time outside if she could.
She’s a great helper, and she can’t wait for her baby brother to be born.
Seven. I don’t know how time has flown by so quickly. I have been poring over her baby photos and videos today and marveling at how she has changed and matured and grown.
I just tucked her into bed after a wonderful birthday party with all of her cousins, and I told her she has to stop growing. She thought that was hilarious, but I was only half joking. She’s such an amazing little girl, and my time with her here at home is feeling so fleeting today (I told you I get super sappy on my kids’ birthdays!).
I can’t believe how blessed I am to be her mama.