Sunday, November 21, 2010

My 9 year old

Last week my baby turned 9. I'm not sure who she got permission from to become a young woman, but it was certainly not me.

She picked fettucini alfredo, broccoli, fruit, bread and ice cream sundaes for the meal of choice.

We always go around the table and tell the birthday person what we love about them. People said that she was: "generous, a wonderful servant to her family, loves the Lord and strives to know Him more, creative, and fun." At this point, she says she either wants to be a doctor that trains workers in orphanages how to take care of the kids in Africa, or she wants to write worship music and translate them into "African languages." Since 4, she's been telling us that she'll live in Africa. She is such a delight to have around. She makes me want to be a better mother and wife. I love this girl.

We had some cousins, aunts, uncles and grandparents there to celebrate. Earlier in the day they went to a children's festival and craft show. And after dinner, they watched a movie. Needless to say, they were wiped out.

We all had a blast celebrating her last year of single digits. Happy Birthday, sweet girl! We love you!
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