Oh my, she's eight. How did that happen? It was just last week I was bringing her into this world. All natural because she just couldn't wait for an epidural. I should have known then what was coming.
A child who was born with her own agenda, not to be deterred, wild eyed, ever busy, perpetual motion child.
A child who has to have underwear that is really tight, and wears a size 4t Hanes no tags underwear ONLY.
A child who stands and stares at me until I wake up, only to ask if she can have a bowl of cereal for breakfast. Which she has had for the last 5 years every Saturday am. So I can sleep in.
A child who runs with wild abandon, to hug/tackle you.
A child who absorbs science books, and wants a lizard party.
A child who would rock our world, make us question everything we know about parenting.
A child who would cause us to stop and notice how a caterpillar moves.
A child who would climb the tree in the front year at 2 simply to see if she could.
A child who loves with every ounce of her being, and who also fights with every ounce of her being.
A child we couldn't love more.
Happy Birthday, my little whirlwind.
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hey anita, in response to your interest in the project mentioned on iamdonewith.com, can you email me a brief story about how God used social justice / poverty to teach you something about yourself?
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