9

Emma is 9.  She is one year away from hitting the double digits.  More poignantly, she is 1/2 through her time in our home.  I think she will always be my child that makes me feel both old and young at the same time.  Young, because she is so full of life, energy, and radiance.  Old, because she begs for us to turn our music down when we get close to the local Junior High School intersection (which only makes Brian turn it up and sing along), her math is getting hard for me to remember how to do, and her thoughts and ponderings are getting ever so deeper.

Emma you are God's handiwork.

You are simply beautiful.  Your eyes sparkle with happiness.

You have a special love for kids who are in need.

You are goofy & yet wise beyond your years.

I love that you think lunch boxes, binders, fish, and plants have feelings. That's why we own our unattractive beta fish-the only non-colorful, tiny finned one ever sold.  

You were right, when you said none else would buy him, so we had too. 

I love the big sister you are and am so blessed by the daughter you are.

I love that you are a wrong lyric singer like me.

I love our bedtime talks and your honesty.

God's got plans for you my love.

Be patient, as your dad and I continue to point you towards Him.

I love you,

mommy