Emma is Nine
I always start these updates with comments about time flying by and searching for lost years under couch cushions. As a matter of fact,I may have even started a few posts with the the previous sentence. That's because it just baffles me that the years fly by so quickly, and that the kids just grow so fast. It's like you blink and boom, Emma is 9.
Emma. Is. 9. Let's just let that sink in. I can't believe it, really. 9 years ago, I waddled I to my doctors office at 37 weeks with mild contractions that I tried really hard to ignore. It's funny, because the more I tried to ignore them, the more intense they became. And the more intense they became, the more I tried to convince myself that was nothing. I'm not dumb, this wasn't my first rodeo, but perhaps I was a tad delusional.
As the story goes, I WAS in fact in labor and Emma was born 3 weeks early. So not what I had in mind, nor was this what I planned for. But, as I've gotten to know and understand Emma throughout her 9 years of life, this all makes perfect sense. Emma lives in Emma world and does things her way and seems quite happy about it. So, I guess I should have just known then, that from that day forward, that it was Emma's world and I'm just living in it.
Emma, my Rose. You are as beautiful as you are kind. You are always eager to help (except when I ask you to clean your room which is a constant battle, sigh.) You are thoughtful, and considerate. You love to have fun but can also be very serious. You ask so many questions, hard questions for me to answer ("Mommy, what is the meaning of life is a favorite one to ask) but I admire your curiosity and I always try to answer as best as I can.
You are the little mother around here. You're always the first to help a sick or hurt sibling. Even when I'm sick, you always try to help me or help around the house as much as you can. It's such a wonderful thing!
Your laugh is the best. You give awesome hugs. You are hilarious! You care so much about the Earth and animals. You're the most disorganized, organized person I know. You love to dance. You love to draw. You are convinced you are part animal. Your imagination is out of this world. These are all just little glimpses of Emma...they are just a few tiny things that make you YOU. You are such a blessing in my life and the lessons that you've taught me in 9 years are some of the best lessons I could have ever been taught.
I hope you always know how special and loved you are, my girl. And I hope you enjoy this day. I love you more than words can express. Thank you for being you.
And, as always...
And I thank you for choosing me
To come through unto life to be
A beautiful reflection of his grace
For I know that a gift so great
Is only one God could create
And I'm reminded every time I see your face
Emma. Is. 9. Let's just let that sink in. I can't believe it, really. 9 years ago, I waddled I to my doctors office at 37 weeks with mild contractions that I tried really hard to ignore. It's funny, because the more I tried to ignore them, the more intense they became. And the more intense they became, the more I tried to convince myself that was nothing. I'm not dumb, this wasn't my first rodeo, but perhaps I was a tad delusional.
As the story goes, I WAS in fact in labor and Emma was born 3 weeks early. So not what I had in mind, nor was this what I planned for. But, as I've gotten to know and understand Emma throughout her 9 years of life, this all makes perfect sense. Emma lives in Emma world and does things her way and seems quite happy about it. So, I guess I should have just known then, that from that day forward, that it was Emma's world and I'm just living in it.
Emma, my Rose. You are as beautiful as you are kind. You are always eager to help (except when I ask you to clean your room which is a constant battle, sigh.) You are thoughtful, and considerate. You love to have fun but can also be very serious. You ask so many questions, hard questions for me to answer ("Mommy, what is the meaning of life is a favorite one to ask) but I admire your curiosity and I always try to answer as best as I can.
You are the little mother around here. You're always the first to help a sick or hurt sibling. Even when I'm sick, you always try to help me or help around the house as much as you can. It's such a wonderful thing!
Your laugh is the best. You give awesome hugs. You are hilarious! You care so much about the Earth and animals. You're the most disorganized, organized person I know. You love to dance. You love to draw. You are convinced you are part animal. Your imagination is out of this world. These are all just little glimpses of Emma...they are just a few tiny things that make you YOU. You are such a blessing in my life and the lessons that you've taught me in 9 years are some of the best lessons I could have ever been taught.
I hope you always know how special and loved you are, my girl. And I hope you enjoy this day. I love you more than words can express. Thank you for being you.
And, as always...
And I thank you for choosing me
To come through unto life to be
A beautiful reflection of his grace
For I know that a gift so great
Is only one God could create
And I'm reminded every time I see your face
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