My baby girl is 8 years old

My baby girl turned 8 today. And as she we sang “Happy Birthday” to her today I couldn’t stop thinking about how her face is still so much like she was when she was 2 years old. She’s still my baby. She’s my first born, my first baby love, my first experience in mothering. And I love her.

She awoke this morning to her chair decorated with balloons and ribbons and all day she knew that this was her day and we lovingly called her “the birthday girl”. She wanted her favorite meal for her birthday ~ spaghetti and meat sauce and for cake I got her a yummy gluten and dairy free from my friend’s Sensitive Sweets. And after dinner she wanted to watch an episode of her favorite show… I Love Lucy.

Before dinner was done I read her what I wrote about her when she was 3 years  old. I write an entry at each of my kids 3rd birthday describing them and what they love and what they do and how they act and the interesting things they say, dislike and like. And they so enjoy hearing these things about themselves from being 3 years old. And somehow it ends up describing so much of what they are today. She giggled and laughed as I read her entry which made me so happy to see her enjoy.

My baby girl is the girly little girl I never was and she’s showing me just how much fun it is to be a mother to a little girl. She’s funny, and sweet, and thoughtful and caring. She’s giving, artistic and protective. She’s beautiful and she’s shy. She’s all mine and I simply adore her.

I love you Lora and I’m excited to enter this journey of your 8th year with you.

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