eight years

A little late publishing these sentiments but I’m finally getting these thoughts written which have been on my mind so much these last few days.

Although I fell in love with you more than eight years ago, it was eight years ago that I first held you in my arms. Eight years ago that I became a mother and you made that role easy to embrace. Those eight years have passed in a heartbeat but I remember so clearly those first moments, minutes and days.

And as I feel this younger sibling of yours awaiting his or her moment to be held, I reflect often on those moments eight years ago. I marvel at how our family has grown, how these years have past, how we’ve survived the moments of joy and the moments of sorrow that have accompanied them.

As I’ve watched you grow over these eight years, I feel as though you’ve watched me grow as well. Wisdom, maturity, humility and faith are areas we’ve both grown in over these years. You’ve taught me at least as often as I’ve taught you. You’ve challenged me, stretched me and pushed me to better, for which I’ll always be grateful.

The wisdom and knowledge that you have at eight never ceases to astound me. The faith and trust that are so naturally woven into your choices encourage me endlessly. Your beauty and confidence fill me with courage.

You are determined, strong, generous and kind. You give gifts from your heart without fear or hesitation. You are a natural leader. You dream in colour and love to laugh.

I’m so thankful for these eight years. Thankful you have shared so much of yourself, thankful you have made a mother of me, thankful you have brought so much richness to this family of ours.

Much joy, discovery and love to you, Elizabeth, as you begin your ninth year. We look forward to all it holds.