My girl

I can never explain the  physical longing that I had to have a baby girl.   I had no idea what God had in store. On Easter Sunday three years ago  I was given a beautiful gift, My daughter. In my mind I pictured this little, quiet, girly- girl that would let me dress her the way that I wanted.  I got more than I could ever ask for.   She changed my world and filled my heart with more love than I thought I knew how to give.  She is feisty and fabulous and the same things that make me love her, also make me crazy.  Strangely, I have learned so much from this tiny almost three year old and I feel certain the lessons she has taught me are far from over . I watch her and think I wish I could  bottle her confidence, her joy,  and her sheer and utter desire to not care what anyone thinks about her "too tight" princess dress or her, self proclaimed, "ugly shoes" because they are comfortable.  I watch her and pray that when she is 12 or 14 or 20 that she will still have kiss marks on the mirror from soaking  in her beauty. I pray that she will know she is always beautiful because of all that she has on the inside and not only on the out. I pray that she will always think for herself and wear her shoes on the wrong feet if she wants to. I want her to WANT to do everything for herself first ,but if she fails not to be afraid to ask for help. I want her to love all of who she is and who God made her to be and not envy those around her.  I pray that she will accomplish all that she ever dreams of and more.  I pray that she will always know, nothing could ever make me love her less, and to me, she will always be smart, beautiful, witty , hilarious and full of fire.Lastly, I pray for myself that I will parent without judgment. That when a boy breaks her heart that I knew wasn't good for her, that I can hold my, "I told you so" in. and just hold her tight. I pray that I will trust her in her days to come and know how important a new outfit can be for a middle school dance. I hope I can remember to tell her she will never be ordinary. I hope that I can fill her bucket so full that the negative in the world can never empty it.  Lastly  I pray for the ability to  always see what God teaches me through these tiny people  he has given me the privilege to raise and honor him.  Happy Birthday Brynlee Kate!