I'm gulping because we have made it passed that almighty five year mark and officially have a six year old.
Ella was our planned Christmas present that surprised us on Thanksgiving way back in 2005.
A delicious 6 pound surprise of squish and sweetness.
She showed us early on that she knows exactly what she likes,
who she likes,
and when she likes it.
Filled with first born bossiness.
Tomboy and diva.
Tree climber extraordinaire and protector of wee little creatures.
With some cheese dip on the side please.
You are my beloved first born who made me a mommy and took my breath away from the instant you were laid on my tummy. I will never get over that moment. It is a privilege to be yours. I am so proud of the little girl you are and the glimpses of the young lady I see emerging. Even at your young age it is evident that you are seeking after the Lord and it thrills and humbles me.
You are loved wildly and deeply and dearly.
to the moon and back,
p.s. You can stop growing up now.
p.p.s. I will never forget the way you fell apart at the mexican restaurant last night when all the bandito's came out to sing you happy birthday. Oh, the trauma. Trauma drama. I'm sorry I laughed at you.