Hello, my sweet one,
You are blossoming before my very eyes into a beautiful young woman!
This morning I slept in and woke to the smell of frying pancakes that you had made from scratch. Thank you! The other night I was feeling hurried and stressed and you delivered water in a jar with an umbrella, ice, and three orange slices. Now THAT is good for the soul.
You are kind and giving and beautiful!
You have also started babysitting. You've now watched Finley three times during co-ed volleyball. Daddy has been absolutely beaming with pride at what a thorough job you've done. You are responsible and thoughtful and have earned every penny.
I noticed last night, though, that you weren't thrilled about it. You would have rather had a sleepover with a friend. Oh, my middle-schooler, I understand! You are growing up, and friends are so important to that growth.
I am thankful to be your mom. Watching you and being in companionship with you is a source of delight to me.
I love you, Bee,
Mom
