In all I am, do, and will write, my aim is to hit God's mark. I will have moments of being misguided as I am not perfect, but know that I serve a God that loves me through it all.
Seven. Seven sounds so grown up. I know you were so excited for your birthday today, but I wasn’t. With turning seven, it means you are no longer six. No longer six ever again. Ever again. Seven.
Yesterday when we were talking about your birthday, you excitedly exclaimed, “I will never be six ever again!” I secretly cried. I loved my six year old so, so, so much and know I will miss her. But, you know what? I’m going to love my seven year old too, probably even more. You are getting more and more beautiful every year. Beautiful on the inside.
I look forward to the day you have planned for us today, My Beautiful, and I look forward to the days God has planned for you. You are a wonderful blessing in my life. And, like our verse says, a blessing from God brings wealth, not trouble. You are the best kind of wealth.
How is it that Mom's can manage to smile and cheer their little ones one when inside we're crying over the babies we will never see again? The saddest birthday of my life was when my Sweetling turned five. My sister came over, and the three of us went out to lunch at McD's and then shopping for a pair of summer sandals for Sweetling. Sweetling decided that since she was five, she no longer needed to call me "Mommy" but would switch to calling me "Mom." She did this the entire outing. And I, of course, smiled and cheered for her on the McD's playland, and complimented her on her choice of pink princess sandals, but inside my heart *broke* everytime my baby said "Mom" instead of "Mommy" in her sweet little voice.
Blessfully, she forgot all about this resolution the next day.
This was beautiful.
I wish I had time everyday to come read your blog.
By the time we finish school, chores & supper it's time for bed. Unless I stay up way past bedtime.
I am so there on your posts.
Thanks for your posts.
Blessings,
Michelle
