Today, she is eight.
It's hard to believe that tiny baby with the big cheeks, that opinionated toddler, that wild and energetic 4-year-old, became the beautiful person she is now. So creative, kind, smart, and FUNNY.
Did I tell you she's writing, directing, and starring in a series of plays with her friends at school? Title of the first one is FARTMAN IN THE WEIRD WORLD.
I love that she loves to wear dresses and sparkly things (even though I didn't). I love that she LOVES to read. I love that she is stubborn and strong-willed enough to make it in the world. I love that she is way smarter than I am, but the teachers commented on how kind she is to others and how fun she makes the classroom. I love that she tries new things and likes adventure.
I love my baby who is so not a baby anymore--and I can't wait to see what she comes up with next.
Happy Birthday, Child!