You're a big girl, or so you think, because you define being a big girl by pottying, wearing panties, and dressing yourself.
But you'll always be my baby girl.
You have such a sweet heart. When we gave you a bike for your birthday, the first thing you asked was if your brother could have a present too. We told you that it wasn't his birthday, but you really wanted him to have a gift, so we gave him a small early Christmas present. You love him so much. I love watching the two of you collapse into giggles at something silly. I love your excitement over school and the way you always pull up a chair when you see me working in the kitchen. You love being my little helper.
In the past year, you've grown up so much. You've learned to read basic 3 letter words. You've learned the joy of being a big sister. Again. You get delighted at making your baby brother laugh and smile, and you've come to enjoy having a playmate in your little toddler brother. You've realized that sadness is more than being disappointed at not getting a cookie. You've experienced loss for the first time when your grandfather died 3 months ago. And it's been tough, but you've heard all about heaven and know that Papa is there in glory.
You've gotten frustrated with yourself for your own disobedience and realized that you need a savior. So just ten days ago, you gave your precious little heart to Christ, trusting that His death on the cross covers your sins. This, my girl, is what you were born for. You were made for this. You were made for Him.
I can't wait to see you grow in your walk with God over the years. You are precious.
Love,
Mommy
Isabelle Rose, getting her ears pierced for her birthday.
Riding the train at the mall for her birthday.
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