Johanna turns 11
Sometimes I wonder how I got here. I mean I actually lived through these eleven glorious years as a mother, it just all went by so quickly. How did I end up here, with a lady in front of me?
Babies growing up is hard for me. Way more difficult than I ever imagined. I knew that little babies grow to be big ones, I just wasn't prepared for it to actually happen to me. She's still all the things I love about her, interesting and funny and quirky and and smart and witty and inspired. She's just packaged up all different. Along with all those things I love, there is now also, attitude and sass and defiance and eye rolling and hurt feelings. I'm really good at the little part, I'm not very good at the big part. I hope she can be patient with me and forgive me when I make ALL the mistakes.
I hope I push her enough to make her soar. I hope I let go of the things that don't matter. I hope I can always swallow my own hurt feelings and protect hers.
I hope she always does her own thing.
I hope one day she will hang up her wet towel, instead of leaving it on the ground.
I hope she keeps twirling.
I hope one day she will hang up her wet towel, instead of leaving it on the ground.
I hope she keeps twirling.
I hope she stays weird.
I hope she always wants to hang out with me.
I hope one day she will eat something other than plain white bread.
I hope she sings out loud some day (even if it's just to her babies).
I hope she never cares what others think.
I hope she will always run toward her passions.
I hope one day she gets to see Paris.
I hope she sticks up for the little guy.
I hope she values her friendships.
I hope she always lets me take her pictures.
I hope she keeps baking.
I hope one day she will be able to brush the back of her hair.
I hope she always has dimples in her hands.
I hope she never chooses safe instead of adventure.
I hope she always dreams BIG.
I hope she always follows Jesus.
I hope she always follows Jesus.
1 comments:
Happy Birthday, Johanna!
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