Happy Birthday, Emma. My first child, my only brunette and my only drug-free labor! I hope you have a great year. Nine years old is a great age. If I could be any age again, it would probably be nine.
The Top Ten Reasons I Love Emma
1. She does spontaneous cartwheels and handstands.
2. She still likes me (I know, give it a few years.)
3. She is Jane and Beth's protector and defender.
4. She is dang smart and works hard in school.
5. She helps me in the kitchen.
6. She is sensitive to others' needs and feelings.
7. She is sensitive to the Spirit and is spiritual beyond her years.
8. She is kind to others.
9. She has a great sense of humor, a great laugh, and a beautiful smile.
10. She is responsible.
And then there's this conversation, lying next to Emma at bedtime:
Me: Did you have fun at family night?
Emma: Sure. But we didn't have dinner all together, and I hate that, and then at Target we didn't even shop together.
Me: Well, nobody was hungry at the same time, and we just had lefovers, remember?
Emma: Yeah.
Me: And we were buying presents for each other so we had to split up, right?
Emma: I guess.
Me: Sometimes we try but things don't always turn out perfect. I wish I was the perfect mom but I'm not.
Emma: But you're the perfect mom for me.
Me: [I say nothing. I just smile in the dark.]
Happy Birthday to You (cha-cha-cha!) (To see what this cake put me through, see the food blog.)
Shirts from Justice for Girls. Whoot!
A basketball from grandma and grandpa! And a great card and gift from Grandma Freda and Grandad Jim!
2 comments:
Yeah, Happy Birthday to Emma! I so love your daughter! She was so sweet to come over and play with Austin last winter when I was very sick! I was bummed when I wasn't able to be her primary teacher! She is beautiful in every way and you should be proud to be her Mom! You did a good job!
She is always just a cutie to me. How sweet were your thoughts about her.
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