my sweet middle child
this morning of your 16th birthday i pray above all, that you feel loved!!!
you are my dreamer
passionate about much
my lover of all things glamorous
quite possibly born in the wrong century
the tender hearted one who cries so very easily
owner of , albeit seldom seen, quite the fiery temper
competitive one who desires to be right
needs justice & fairness
easy to please
keeper of the messiest room
owner of the most shoes
my perfectly manicured
hater of green beans
ballerina turned cheerleader
blue eyes & a dimple
P.I.N.K. wearing fashionista
my lover of the arts
believer in destiny
harry potter fanatic
happy birthday little bird.
you fluttered into my life, three weeks early weighing only 6 pounds.
you were the tiniest thing i had ever held.
you were so beautiful you took my breath away.
you never cried ( ironically) and were so easy to please.
i find it intriguing that you took on the middle child temperament
even when at the time, you were the youngest.
a happy, quiet ( again, how ironic "miss chatty") child, content to let older sissy do all your talking. you've read jane austen with a passionate resolution that you have your own mr. darcy out there somewhere! i pray that one day you too are swept off your feet by a tall, dark and handsome man who will declare his ardent love is only for you and you alone. until then, keep your covenant to remain pure. love the lord with all your heart. be who God created you to be. never let your dreams fade
& may you one day hear the following declaration~
"In vain have I struggled.
It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed.
You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you"
he's out there, somewhere, baby girl
just don't be surprised if he's driving a truck instead of a bmw!!