Every year I ask myself how can it be?
How can it be that these babies of mine keep getting so old?
How did this little spunky raspy-voiced girl who cut her hair off one day and made me bawl for hours…
turn into this funny 6th grader:
..and eventually into this beautiful girl who glows with goodness from the inside out?
How did she go from this:
And from this:
to this: in the twinkle of my eye?
How is it that this baby of mine wears make-up and wears my clothes? How is it that she can see the needs of her little sisters sometimes before I do, and that she can calm me down when I’m hopping mad by just saying something funny or saying some little thing to help me see the big picture?
How did she turn into my teacher in so many ways rather than my little girl?
I don’t know, but she did.
And I love her with all my heart for it.
I love her sense of humor, her heart-felt sorrys, her teasing of her little sisters (because sometimes they need it:), her photography skills, her eye for beauty, her competitive side, her kind heart, her big spirit, her eye-rolls, her ga-ga-craziness-for-long-hair diligence, her organization, her hard work, her understanding of how to choose what is right and be a leader, her no-nonsense, no-drama, fun-loving personality that brightens all our days around here and most of all her love for her Heavenly Father.
Happy birthday Elle Belle.
Love you forever.