Today is your ninth birthday.
Well, it was your ninth birthday. It's quite late now and we've had a busy day of celebrating but I couldn't let the sun go down on this day without your birthday letter.
You are nine, sweet girl. And at nine you are compassionate, kind, and loving. You are silly and fashionable and sweet. You are shy, serious and strong. You are all of the things you've been working to be and it makes my heart swell.
At nine, you are finding your way.
At nine you are capable. You work hard. You love to cook and pretend and be helpful. You are loyal.
At nine you are becoming a voracious reader. A runner. A girl who knows how to tend to those around her.
At nine, you show love to your brothers and sister. You know that your example is powerful. At nine you are sassy. Full of life. And tender.
Nine is right where I want you to be. My eldest daughter, whose beauty and smile blows me away. Nine, where you said yesterday as you stood in church on your own for the very first time, that you know you are loved by your Heavenly Father. And by your family.
And you were right.
Nine, where the world lies before you just waiting to see all the things that you'll do and the places you'll go.
I am proud.
I am in love.
I am transformed.
By you, my daughter at nine.