When I think about you turning nine, I think, “She’s halfway to eighteen.” Slow down a little, world.
This has been such an amazing year for you – and I probably say that every year – but, girly, you just get more and more amazing as each year goes by.
Yesterday, you received a card with birthday money in the mail – you told me last night, “I think I know what I want to spend it on! CHAPTER BOOKS!” You are a reader – and this makes me so completely happy. You’re a good student all around, actually – but the reading, well, that steals my heart. Life is never boring if you have books and you love books. When you have a love for words and understand the magic of words.
Happy birthday to you, my daughter. You are nine today. You were a part of my heart before I even held you in my arms. Once I saw your face, I knew I’d go to the ends of the earth to show you that you are loved, that I love you, that you mean the world to me. I will say it often, and if I’m not saying it know that I’m thinking it. Love you so much!