Ten years ago today, I birthed this beautiful girl into the world.
She lights up a room with her nose- crinkling, freckle-faced smile and auburn hair.
She's grown out of her pudginess and no longer looks down upon her peers.
She's small in stature, but a scrapper none-the-less.
She likes to dress like a twin to her best friend, string beads, make sketches and any other art she can figure.
She writes praise songs, poems and stories.
She sometimes tries to sneak out of the house with eye shadow on.
She loves putting an outfit together.
She doesn't brush her hair everyday.
She's calls her daddy "Daddy-O" and "Daddy-Doo".
Sometimes she misspells her brother's name.
She has a heart for neighborhood missions.
She likes all kinds of music.
She climbs trees, kisses her puppy, digs up worms and bugs (and names them), and has to wash her feet when she comes in from outside.
She likes playing basketball and softball and swimming.
She wants to be a pitcher.
She likes looking after little kids.
She named her Venus Fly Trap Petey, and planted her ladybug house in the rose garden.
She buried her deceased Praying Mantis, P-Man, in her brother's potted dwarf spruce.
She's funny and does great British and Texan accents.
She wants to learn to sew and open an Etsy store with her BFF.
She wants to raise chickens and goats and have fruit trees.
She wants a little brother or sister.
She cries when one of her bugs die.
She's not an open book.
She is easy to be with.
She's girlie, but not prissy.
Blue is her favorite color.
She doesn't care if she has to use boys' stuff or second-hand.
She's not particular.
She's a good eater.
She likes to cook.
She sleeps with mama most mornings.
She's right brained.
She makes great art and does math slow.
She's a whole lot wrapped up in a little package.
Today she is ten.
Happy Birthday Peachy Peach!
And counting my blessings with Ann and the others:
a fantabulous weekend of warm weather and sunny blue skies
an equally beautiful day for Peachy's B-day
having lunch with friends in the warm open air
dreams of summer expeditions
Toby acting like a good dog
how sickness makes you slow down
a yummy meal from a sweet, precious friend
yard work with my love
a slice of raspberry vanilla cake specially delivered to my kitchen by a sweet little baker-girl
the upcoming garage sale that will make the dream of purging a reality
the friend that went to the trouble to arrange it
stories from my nine year old that now is ten
the non-stop chatter of my sweet boy
hearing my sisters voice on the other end of the line