Today was Anna’s 9th birthday. She is getting older and taller. I have taken to pushing down on her head daily and telling her to stop growing. I can’t believe she’s already nine. She is getting closer to the age when dad won’t be cool anymore. I dread that day, but know it is inevitable. Until then I will continue to hug her several times a day, tuck her in at night and say her bed time prayers with her.
Some day she will come upon this blog and read all the things that I have written about her over the years. When she does, I hope she sees the love packed into every word.
Have a very happy birthday Anna. 9 is good.