you've just turned eight.
eight years we've been blessed to have you, and I couldn't be more proud of who you are and to be your momma.
for eight years you have brightened our days and enlivened our hearts. you are funny and kind, intelligent and curious. you love writing poems and songs. often you'll plaster the house with signs announcing the opening of your latest store or art gallery-- selling candy, drawings, random things found around the house. you love staging dance and gymnastics performances (with and without your siblings) and the pleasure of your sweet disposition is accented with a peppering of random facts, like the number of muscles it takes to smile vs. frown or that fish can't blink because they don't have eyelids.
you had a rough start to the school year, switching schools unexpectently twice within two weeks -- but we have turned the corner and things are on the up and up. i am so proud of your big heart, your courage, your openness for change and willingness for adventure.
you love to make up your own riddles, jokes, and puns -- a testament to your love of words. you often surprise me with poems and love notes that make the world break open into tiny, beautiful pieces.
you love science yet clearly have an artistic side.
these are photographs you took with my camera over the summer. i find them beautiful.
you are a beautiful, beautiful soul, my love.
i hope you are blessed with joy and happiness all year long.
i love you
i love you
i love you.