Happy Birthday to the apple of my eye! Grace, I looked through your babybook this morning and there are so many memories spinning around in my head . . . but right now nine year old YOU is sitting at my table in your long nightgown, cutting out paper dolls and waiting for her birthday scrambled eggs. So I will keep my thoughts in my mind for now and get busy on your breakfast. (Common sense has overruled being overly sentimental? Yes, it happens every now and then, LOL)
In the past nine years of being your Mama, I know I cannot freeze moments like this. I must simply savor them as they come, and then let them go, always looking ahead for the beautiful moments to come. . . .
I’ll always love you. You are one of the gifts from God that I am most thankful for.