The carefree expressions of early childhood are now at times replaced by more thoughtful looks. To see you developing your own sense of humor, growing in knowledge and blossoming into your own person is amazing.
The textbook labor and delivery I enjoyed with you should have given me a hint of what was to come. Your love of routine and order are what make you comfortable and secure. You and I share many of those firstborn tendencies, expecting much of ourselves as we strive for perfection.
Every day in this adventure called parenting brings new joys and challenges. You are the oldest and therefore the first to cross each threshold, accepting new freedoms along with increasing responsibilities.
From time to time, I see glimpses of the young lady you’re destined to be, but for now, let me hold you close to my heart as we savor the remaining years of your childhood.
Happy ninth birthday, my dear!