To You, O Lord, I lift up my soul; in you I trust, O my God.
Psalm 25:1&2

Friday, February 14, 2014

Little Girl

 My husband and kiddos left for a small trip this morning....leaving me home to enjoy a little quiet....some time in the Word and some time to reflect.  As I am sitting here (in the quiet...and its a little weird and wonderful at the same time) I am thinking about things.....life.... blessings...family.......I am so blessed actually, for so many reasons, but this morning I'd like to share one.  I know I share about my kids a lot...but I love them!!!  God's given us a small handful of little people (Actually NOT all so little anymore).  And...they are pretty awesome.  They are each amazingly unique with their own gifts.   I have two awesome big kids (whom will always be little though big)....and one:

Little Girl.....

Oh, how I love you....You're so precious.


The things you do....

The way you hold on to things, unashamed to dance when you're happy.

Your new Flower Girl shoes....you were SO excited.



Your first pair of 3-D movie glasses you can't seem to put down.  That movie sure was fun....I don't blame you for wanting to re-live it....a little.


Your jeans....the ones you like....with the holes in the knees....that you won't let me throw away.


Your journal....always writing something....just like your mama




  Oh how precious your childhood is to me....I love your unashamed joy.  You dance in the snow...squeal as we pull into Carl's Jr.....cry when you feel like it (even in Walmart) ...and love everyone you meet.  You continue to wear those cool shoes though the wedding was two months ago and those 3-D glasses....well....last night you slept with them next to you Baby girl.........oh, how I love you.


 
James 1:17
 Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.


Much Love,
A Very Blessed Mama
 
  Enjoy your blessings.  That's why they were given to you.  Thank you for letting me share mine!

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