My Baby Boo turned 4 years old today.
Frankly, I don’t know where that time has gone. The last four years have been a happy, sad, scary, stressful, joy-filled, laughter-and-tear drenched blur.
My teeny one, my little premie, who surprised us big time by coming a month sooner than we expected,
is somehow transitioning from that bright-eyed, squishy-cheeked baby-faced, button-nosed little 5 pound 12 ounce thing
into a lovely little lady. A little lady who zealously loves Jesus with all her heart- which is beyond my most precious dreams for her dear heart.
A little lady with a wild middle-child streak, smooshed between two brothers.
A darling little girl who loves her Papa, and playing pretend Lord of the Rings, The Chronicles of Narnia, Wind in the Willows, and Caddie Woodlawn.
With each passing day, as I watch my own youthfulness fade into the wisdom and maturity that God in all His infinite wisdom built into the task of motherhood, I watch her blossom into the most breathtakingly beautiful young lady I’ve ever seen.
She brings me such joy. She humbles me. She inspires me. She’s the coolest person I’ve ever met and exactly what I always wished to be, but with more quiet (sometimes loud) confidence and bravado.
She noticed a gray hair in my eyebrows this morning coming home from church. I told her I’d name it after her, in her honor. Afterall, I owe the lustrous silvery strand all to her. 😉
All kidding aside, she is more than I ever dreamed of, imagined, hoped for, never knew I hopelessly, desperately needed in my life. And it’s my honor and privilege to be her mama.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I must go find my tweezers.