This weekend, we celebrate my daughter’s ninth birthday. It’s a weekend event, between family parties and friends and today being a PD Day (and her actual birthday) and I hope these celebrations help her feel as special as she really is to us.
I wrote a post when my son turned 9, about his excitement, and how much fun it is to live that through his eyes. It’s no different with her, but there is just a bit more of an emotional feeling with her turning 9 because she’s our baby. Our last. The last 9th birthday we celebrate. There’s always something bittersweet about these occasions with her because of that finality in being our second and last child.
But we love watching her grow. She’s a confident and kind person and we couldn’t be more proud. She teaches us so many lessons about patience and happiness all the time and there are so many aspects to her personality that I want to absorb because I wish I was more like her in so many ways.
I couldn’t be prouder of who she is becoming and the light that she brings into this world.
I hope her next year and all the others ahead are as joyful for her as these many years have been for me, and that she continues to dream and shine.
Happy Birthday baby girl. xo
