Recently, I went to a swap meet and watched the little kids walking with their parents or grandparents. One little boy caught my attention. He couldn't have been more than three years old. He ran across the building in a race with his dad. And as I watched them race, I smiled and a flood of memories came back to me of when my girls were that small. Carefree, truly happy, vibrant spirit and beautiful. Time goes by way too fast. As I hug my girls now at 20 years old and 15 years old, I still think about when I held them in my arms when they were babies. Today, I celebrate with my youngest daughter.
Happy birthday, my baby girl! I love you so much, I hope you have a great day. Let me tell you what I love about you. I feel so blessed to be your mom. I love your curls. I love your kind heart, you always think of others that are in need. (Quote from The Munsters-1965) “What matters most in life is the size of your heart and the strength of your character.” You are beautiful. I want you to be uniquely you for the rest of your life. I want you to know that you are a child of God. He loves you and will keep you for all of your days. The help you need throughout your life will come from the Lord. You are a treasure in the arms of Christ.
Some special memories of you include the nickname you were given at birth, the way you sounded when you would cry as a baby, and the smile you always had and continue to have. Even though you try to hide that smile now. There is one memory that was rough for me to get through but it was only temporary. You had colic as a baby and it was very tough some days. Your dad always had a way to soothe you but not me. On those tough days, I would cry with you. It had been five and a half years since your older sister was born and I never experienced that with her. I was lost as to how to soothe you during your colic episodes. I remember you following me around the house as I would clean. The only time you weren’t following me is when I had the movie Cars on. You watched that probably more than a hundred times when it first released. Dad says you were a little more adventurous back then. You always wanted to be in front of your sister when you rode the go karts. He still has the video of you singing Tim McGraw’s song “"Last Dollar." You were belting out the lyrics, "1, 2, 3, Like a bird I sing." And when you were singing Taylor Swift’s “Mean.” And a video of your ornery side when you would bat your pretty eyes and show your pouty lips.
The scripture I leave you on this special day is from Psalm 118:24 ESV--“This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.”