To Grace, on your 8th Birthday

Grace,


Grace Louise, you are me.  I'm so sorry! :)  You have so many of the same mannerisms and behaviors that I do, it is crazy.  I watch you and I see me.  It is honestly a great reminder that you are watching who I am and that I need to do my best. 

You are 8 years old.  I can't handle it.  I have been your Momma for 8 years!  You are in that awkward (one of your favorite words) stage of not being grown up but not being little.  You want to be treated like an adult most of the time but you love playing superheroes with your brothers too.  This is a hard age and I hope I help you walk through it well.

You are sweet and loving.  You adore Timothy and your other brothers.  You and Abi are best friends - even though you pick on each other a lot.  You need me less and less for the "do stuff for me" things but more and more for the heart things.  I love it. 

You are a wonderful young lady and I am so blessed to be your mom!

Love,
Momma

For your birthday dinner we had:
Stromboli with sausage

For your birthday cake you had:
A teddy bear with lots of chocolate frosting!

Your favorite toys are:
Crafts and things you can create.  Anything to imagine (super heroes, kitchen toys).  You like building forts until your brothers tear them down.  You will not stop reading! :)

You don't like:
Not being treated like an adult or when we exclude you from conversations.  When I can't tell you the full answer because you're just not ready for it yet.  When I don't let you read certain books because they are too mature or filled with mindless junk.

I. Love. You.

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