My girl turned 8. I'm still trying to figure out how it happened. Certain memories are so vivid, but I've realized the majority of her toddler-hood has faded for me. I've spent time lamenting the fact that I didn't document more of her. Although it's been difficult figuring out motherhood with her, I'd go back and start over again in a minute and do things better. I'd take more videos. The one or two snippets I have of her cute little voice melt me. I'd document more of the adorably clever things she said. I'd give her more of myself. I'd be more patient and loving and kind. I'd soak her in. I feel like it's a gift she's given me in growing up too quickly- realizing how fast the time passes has helped me to enjoy her and her siblings more through each stage.
She currently would wear a side ponytail everyday if I'd let her. She's currently pining for colored skinny jeans and loves to accessorize. She currently is improving at the piano and it's really starting to click for her. She desires to do the right thing. She's thoughtful and kind. She's a fantastic big sister. She is losing her status as my best eater as she's developed some pickiness, but she usually still eats even with a little complaining. She draws several pictures a day and writes all sorts of stories and notes. She loves to read and when she has a new book, it's usually finished in a day.
I'm so proud of who she is and who she's becoming. Next week she'll be baptized, and I'm so excited for her. I'm so happy to be her mom.