Two weeks ago she turned eleven. And she doesn’t ride anymore, but she’s a hard one to get a picture of and this really still depicts her first love.
She’s a second born, this one is, doing what she can to differentiate herself in this house full of girls and way too eager to not miss a thing big sister is doing. She’s funny and kind and can be oh-so-generous. She’s also known to have periods of “high drama”. Sometimes I wonder where she gets it and sometimes all I have to do is look in the mirror to know.
She came out frowning (I kid you not) but she’s learning to laugh at herself and not take life so seriously. She’s a gift and a joy and I’m so thankful she’s ours and I look forward to seeing what the Lord does with this mysterious second-born one day.
Happy (belated) birthday, dear Emma. We love you!