My Ginger Flipper Turns 7
I can’t believe that I am writing you this letter. How are you 7?? It doesn’t seem right. You no longer a baby and are a young lady. Being able to watch you grow up is an absolute privilege. You are so full of life and smiles and laughter and bring so much joy where you go, that it doesn’t seem possible that God gave you to me.
Watching you, I realize how much you are just like me. You completely light up a room when you walk in and people are naturally drawn to you, but your stubbornness leaves me feeling sorry for your grandparents and how they had to deal with me.
You have always been and continue to be a Daddy’s Girl. And that is a relationship that I cherish for you. You and your daddy have a special bond that I would never try to break. You understand each other in a way that you and I will never be able to, but that’s okay.
You are competitive. And athletic. I’m not sure that those are a good combination, but I secretly love it. You are independent but still love to snuggle with Mommy.
You are spunk and sass and hard headed, but also helpful and smart and loving.
A lot of times I feel like I am too hard on you and that I expect too much. I just love you and want you to the best A-A that you can be.