She turned 5 last month. They say time flies once you have babies. I think that’s the understatement of the year. She is the bravest, strongest, toughest little 5-year-old I know. Honest and wise beyond her years. Funny and adorable as can be. She has been through a lot for a kid her age, and she has come out on the other side smiling and laughing and praising Jesus. (Yes….she loves Jesus with all her little heart!) She give’s me courage to keep on plugging away. I know someday that God has very special plan for her precious life. She wants to be a missionary when she grows up (or fashion model depending on the day!) and she loves to play orphanage and care for all the “babies” (her doll, chicky, teddy bear and our poor dog who get’s roped into all her make-believe -Huck). I love her to death, am so proud of her, and can’t believe that my middle-child is 5.
