I can't believe my little girl turned eight years old last Thursday. Where did the time go? It seems like just yesterday that I was watching her blow milk bubbles as she fell asleep while nursing. Or just the other day that I was wondering when she would ever learn to raise her arms up in the air to show that she wanted to be picked up.
Now she is so tall and graceful. She's worried about hair styles and what her friends will think of her outfit at church. She gives Gloria fashion advice like "Don't wear that top over that dress. They don't go together." Tonight she asked me if for her special time next Thursday night we could have a "beauty night" and teach her how to wear makeup. She talks about what she wants to be when she grows up and makes sure that we remember to pray for the salvation of all our foster kids and their families. She's got an uncanny grasp of math concepts and likes to learn the meanings of difficult new words or expressions. She even relates family events to moments in history that I forgot reading about with her.
Then the next minute she reminds me that she's still not grown up yet. She'll giggle over the silliest things and reminds me that she is not too old to play dress up. I just keep hugging her and asking her to stop growing up so fast. I don't want to miss a moment of her childhood. I'm so thankful to God that we get to spend so much time together as a family.