Seven Years With Gwen


My Darling Gwen,

Seven years ago, you were born.  This last year with you has been a joy, maybe one of my favorites.

You lost so many teeth this year, and every time you did you got so excited to see what the Tooth Fairy was going to leave under your pillow (you know it's us).  We switched from money to toys, and that was a good choice, because you loved telling anyone who would listen about what you got.  Your gap-toothed smile is completely adorable, and I'm kind of sad to see your big tooth growing in.

You are still my best little helper, always ready to jump up and get me something I ask for, or asking me if you can clean something.  You are a great big sister, always ready to assist the littler ones.  I found you yesterday watching a movie with Georgie sitting on your lap - apparently no one else but you would do.  




You are my girly girl.  Your most requested gift for Christmas was nail polish, and on Christmas Day you spent the whole morning painting your nails and changing outfits on the box of Barbies we gave you.  I love that you like girly things, while still able to hold your own when playing rough-and-tumble games with your siblings outside, your long hair flying behind you.

You are so desperately anxious to learn to read better so you can handle the bigger words in your Bible.  You remember to bring it to church more consistently than I do, and occasionally open it up and try to read a few verses, though many of the words are still a little difficult.  A couple weeks ago you came up to me and seriously told me how you felt like you should give Jesus something for Christmas, since it is His birthday, you know.  Your precious little heart and love for the Lord at this young age brings so much joy to me.




You love the days that we get to spend time together, just you and me.  And sometimes when you especially need some mom-time, you will anxiously ask if it's your turn to go with me yet.  And I'll invent some errand, just so we can have that time.  You sit in the back seat, beaming, telling me what you think about everything passing outside the window.  Your eyes shine, and your little hand grips mine as we go through the stores together.  You laugh, your laugh that sounds like bubbling water in a clear mountain creek, so excited for the ice cream that we get every time.  




Those days with you are some of my favorites, my Darling Girl.  You bring me so much joy, and are such a delight to raise.  You are bubbly and fun, and everyone who meets you just loves being around you.  I look at you sometimes and just wonder at the fact that you are mine, that I get to be mama to such a brilliant light of a girl.

I love you more, Sweetheart.  I can't wait for another year with you.

Love Always,

Mama

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