As I rocked my youngest daughter I watched my oldest turn in her bed and I couldn't help but marvel at time. This day marks her tenth birthday. But wasn't it only yesterday I was sitting in the dark rocking her sweet self to sleep? Singing to her over and over "mama loves, and daddy loves, and everybody loves little baby...". And really, for that matter, wasn't it just a few years back that I was celebrating my tenth birthday? How can it be that I am a mother of a ten year old?
Gosh- I love her. I love her creativity. I love how funny she is. I love how considerate she is. I love that she still wants me to lay next to her in bed every night and rub her back and whisper about our day and the pony she will one day have.
She is my girl. My girl that is quickly approaching womanhood. She is my treasure and I'm going to continue soaking up every beautiful day that I have with her.
Even the hard days are beautiful. That's what being a mama for ten years has taught me.