her flowers that her daddy hand-delivered to her at school
Why, it seems like just yesterday...
February 24, 1996 - It's 11:24 am. My husband is standing beside the bed, encouraging me, rejoicing with me as, smiling from ear to ear, my doctor holds up our newborn daughter for us to see. In his thick Indian accent, he says, "She's bigger than I measured her and thought her to be." Eight pounds, eight ounces. She's just beautiful. Love like no other wells up inside me and spills over in tears. This is a miracle that you never get used to.
on her "birth" day
one year old
2 years old
3 years old, with her "Bubba" and "Bay Will"
Her first year of tee-ball, and she was completely smitten!
Daddy's little Auburn girl
And now she's 16. We'll be going to take the driver's test for her license soon. She is growing up, finding her way, becoming independent. And we've experienced some growing pains on this journey. She, yearning to be free, yet not quite ready to let go. Me, striving to hold onto the little girl, yet knowing the young woman must take her place. Why must I feel this way as I watch my children grow up? This can't be normal. I know they are supposed to grow up, that I am training arrows to send out into the kingdom of God. Yet, still... I don't want to let them go.
God has been so good. He has saved her and she has been growing in her relationship with Jesus. I am proud of the young lady she has become and I know that God has great plans for her life. I am so thankful that He chose me to be her mom, that He has entrusted me with the privilege of training her up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord.
Happy Sweet Sixteen, Kate! I love you more than words can say!
Oh, my goodness, already! Beautiful young lady you have there. :)
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