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,