Our oldest is turning eight today. How did that even happen?!
Where has the time gone!
It seems like eight is the beginning of the transitional years…old enough to actually be a big help, but still young enough to reach for my hand in a crowd.
Here’s to a great year, Emahry!
Thanks for making me a mama eight years ago.
Thank you for the joy you bring to our lives and all those around you.
I love how you are confident to talk to any (and every) one you meet.
I love how you care for babies and I know you could totally handle taking care of Lillian or Isabelle if I needed you to.
Thank you for being brave and tackling your fears. You inspire those around you, including me.
Thank you for the ways God is working through you to make me who he designed me to be. I love you!