(Yep, I made that sign on the dry erase board. I didn’t forget. I remembered. Aren’t you proud of me?)
Today, you turned 9. You are one finger away from two handfuls and double digits. Nine seems so grown up. And you are growing up.
You still like some things that remind me you are a little girl: silly games with Ellie, reading picture books with me, coloring (but more advanced pictures now), giggling at little things.
I love those things.
But you are doing things that are also showing me who you are becoming: lengthier chapter books, building lego sets all by yourself, an interest in your clothes/hair/style, journaling.
I love those things, too.
While I say sometimes that you should stop growing, I don’t really mean it. I love seeing you change, develop new interests, try new things, experiment with who you are. It is neat to watch this progression.
I love that you enjoy going to church, especially Sunday school. (You have had the privilege of Grandma teaching you for a few quarters.) You also look forward to Kingdom Choir practice and performances. You even had a solo!!!! in the Messiah for Young Voices. Wow! What courage to sing in front of everyone! And you have started going to Jr. Missionaries. Another way to grow with your friends in your love for Jesus.
Thanks for the way you play with your sister, care for your friends, and love us as your parents. You are an amazing 9 year old!