My baby turns 8 today.
It seems like yesterday she was running around the house in her diaper yelling for her brother, dad or toy.
There are moments where I just look at her in wonder, amazement and curiosity. Where did she come from, how in the world did the perfect mix of me and her dad come to be.
She is just that, the perfect mix.
She loves to fish, but would love to spend all day playing dress up with her friends.
She loves Taylor Swift, but adores some old 90’s hip-hop.
She loves to curl up in our laps to tell a story or just be, but the girl can NOT sit still even in her sleep.
She can burp louder than anyone (so proud) but will tell you at once if you do it at the wrong time.
The little girl, this amazing creature is mine. How in the world did I get so lucky.
Happy Birthday my 8 year old. May each day, each week, each month be a journey you will never forget! We love you more than words could ever say.