My little girl celebrated eight years of life on Sunday. Our celebration was a weekend long event starting with her getting her ears pierced, going to work with Daddy, swimming at the pool and ending with a family picnic with the Buckwalter cousins.
The night before her birthday tears came to my eyes when I thought of her turning eight. Sometimes when I look at Eden I am taken back to when Sarah was that old. They look a lot a like and she is busy like Sarah was. In some ways it feel like just yesterday I was rocking Sarah in my arms in her nursery on Chestnut Street . But in other ways it is a foggy distant memory and it is hard to picture her as anything but a little girl chattering and drawing (always drawing) and mothering her younger sibilings. She is growing up before my very eyes it seems.
Happy Birthday Sarah.
You are indeed loved.