We’ve been counting down the days for weeks now and it all is leading up to tomorrow, the day my baby turns 9. It’s her last single digit birthday and the first year to officially be a “tween”. I’m not so sure how I feel about all of this, but I don’t really seem to have much of a choice in the matter.
Today I want to introduce you to sentimental & mushy slideshow Beth. She’s the one that pulls out the external hard drive and spends nearly a whole day looking through old photos of her first-born child, because she didn’t have a blog back then to document all of the milestones. She also noticed that somewhere in the middle years she stopped taking as many pictures and over the last couple of years has really upped her photog skills.
So grab your coffee and get your scrolling finger ready. Today we are looking back on 9 years of Marissa Renae.
Please mail boxes of tissues to….
But really, soak up those little ones friends. Before you know it you’ll be entering uncharted waters yourself.
Happy Birthday sweet girl. I love you to the moon and back. I love that you care so deeply and work so hard. I love that you notice the details that others quickly overlook. I love that you have a heart that wants to do the right thing and that I can tell when you’re struggling with your head wanting to be dishonest, but your heart can’t seem to be able to follow through. I love your dimples. I love that you are such an amazing big sister, most of the time. And I love that even though you may look more like your dad you are a carbon copy of me. Sometimes it seems like that causes us to bump heads, but others it seems to forge our relationship and make it even stronger.
We will always and forever treasure you.