Last night I looked out the window, watching her.
She wore a T-shirt with bling, new capris that made her legs look a mile long, and cowboy boots.
She was riding her much too small purple bike, and giggling out loud as her grandfather and uncle teased her.
When she came indoors to wash up at the sink, she took my hand as we stood in a circle to pray. Her hands now large and strong.
She quickly let go of my hand when we had finished, but then leaned into me later when we talked about the blessings of our day, and all her birthday wishes.
Such is the life of a girl who is almost 10. One moment a girl, the next a young woman.
As I watched her blow out the candles on her cake, I realized that her time with us has officially passed the half way mark. The little girl who was our miracle baby, has blessed our lives in more ways than I could ever count.
And while I sometimes grieve the little girl who is slipping away, I also delight in seeing her grow into the confident and kind and passionate young lady who will help make this world a better place.
Happy #10 to our beautiful girl.
We are so grateful that God gave us you.