Song credits: My Little Girl by Tim McGraw, Slipping Through My Fingers by Abba, My Wish by Rascal Flatts, A Father's Blessing by Benjamin William Hastings, The Blessing by Kari Jobe, Cody Carnes.
There are just some days in the life of a Mama that are hard to wrap words around. I can think of a few right off the top of my head. The day the pregnancy test turns positive, the day that sweet little baby enters your world and your heart grows in ways you never knew possible. Then you have the day they say “Mama” for the first time, the day they crawl, the day they walk, and then the day they hold their heads high and enter that classroom for the first time. There are a million. Some of the moments we grab onto and hold them close knowing the weight they will forever hold in your heart… others slip through your fingers, and you don’t realize their significance until later. Today, I am understanding that my heart has big feelings about this next milestone as a Mama.
Tomorrow, we celebrate one of those days as Darcie Ann turns 18 years old.
She’s the baby of the bigs.
Sigh!
There is a lot of weight in that little sentence.
She’s been my little shadow and my greatest helper as a little girl.
She is fierce strength and firecracker attitude all wrapped in a tutu.
She is an overcomer who struggled to read and is now a National Scholar.
She is amazing and grounded and confident.
She loves Jesus!
Let me say that again…she loves Jesus! There is nothing more that I would want for
her.
She is the most loyal person I know. If she loves you, you know it...and well, if she
doesn’t love you, you probably know that too.
She is gorgeous…inside and out.
She is fun and adventurous and brave.
She is also sensitive and tender.
While she’s always been my right-hand woman, now I can confidently say that she is
one of my very best friends.
And she’s turning 18!
My heart is wound up in so much pride and joy for the beautiful woman she has become. At the same time, my heart aches to know that her season of childhood is coming to an end. No matter my own feelings, seasons come, and seasons go.
Fly baby girl…
Make much of Jesus…follow Him always…
And come home as much as you want…
Happy Birthday my Darcie Ann.
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