Today you turn 8 years old & I cry.
Not because it's your birthday, but because my little girl is growing up faster than I can grasp.
When we brought you home from the hospital, your Dad & I thought we had a long 18 years ahead of us.
Well 8 of those years have flown by at such a fast pace, that I imagine the next 10 will do the same.
Sometimes I wish you could be that little 2 year old girl, dancing in her pajamas to the Mickey Mouse Club & laughing your heart out when you fell down.
But I see you now, the sparkle in your eyes,
the way you love to lay with me at night and not let go.
I see you being fearless in karate & loving every minute of it.
And I think "Gosh we're so blessed to have her."
So Sweet Girl, Happy 8th Birthday.
I can't wait to see where this year takes you,
but mainly I can't wait to see how you take on the world.
Because no matter what age you are, you will always be my
fearless, glowing, happy, sweet, kind hearted little girl.
I love you more than you can imagine.