This child of mine continues to grow and grow and grow and grow. I rub her back at bedtime and marvel that she’s the same person who I laid to bed in a crib eight years ago. Teeny arms and skinny legs have s-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-d into this child who now wears earrings and is just beginning to primp in front of the mirror. The day has come where my motherly musings on her growth can’t be lightheartedly posted on a public website for all to see. She’s at the beginnings of a new time of life, one that asks for privacy to grow in beauty and strength and individuality.

Lord God, grant us wisdom as we raise this girl to glorify you.