Saturday, September 11, 2010

When Punkins Grow

When you take your seven-year old out on a date...

And she wants to "go to Starbucks and chat..."

Should you be worried?

I'm not...or maybe just a little...

Happy birthday, Punkin! Seven years ago, I got home from work, bent down to pick up my shoes, and my water broke. Two hours later, I was a mom. You're a go-getter, for sure. I love you so much it almost hurts. Can't wait to see what adventures you drag me through in the next year. I'd scrapbook about them along the way, but I can't seem to do glue sticks as well as you. I'll blog about it all and when you're twenty, I'll press print and give it to you. I look forward to all of our "chats."

Resting in Him,

No comments: