My *baby* is turning four years old today.
I've always referred to her as my miracle baby because I truly don't know how she was conceived. The timing was not right....I was nursing a 8 week old baby and after two years of temp taking and such...I know when conception should occur.
Back then I was praying that God would let me have two children before I got too old. I'm guessing he had some miracles to perform since I was speeding toward early menopause. I thank God every day for answering my prayers.
I believe that he also sent her here to heal me. To allow me to be the mother that I didn't have. Loving this girl is a blessing I didn't know I was going to need.
She's the best medicine.
She's got amazing blue-grey eyes that change color with her mood, a messy mop of blonde hair and skinny little legs that carry her far when she's running from her brother.
She gives the most amazing hugs.
She loves Julia Child and learning to cook. Going to the library and crafting are two of her her favorite things to do. She likes to get her finger nails painted and my lap in our favorite chair is still her best hang out. Did I tell you that she loves blue cheese?
Happy Birthday to my Big Girl!