Seven~ Saturday, my first baby turned seven years old. I know that I have been blessed to be her mother for 7 years. When I look at her face, I still see that beautiful little piece of perfection that I first held in my arms. That warm little bundle, who they placed on my chest. Our eyes met as I held her in my arms and I was more in love than I had ever been in my entire life.  I’d never known love like this til I held her in my arms. I feel blessed every single day that I get to be her Mother.

Before Seven, there was Day 1

For my girls, I can do anything. For them, I would do everything. My daughters are my inspiration. My daughter makes me a better person. I watch her grow from baby, to toddler, to child and with every year that she matures, I get to know her better and I love her even more. I see her forming thoughts and opinions, hopes and dreams and I am so proud of her.

I remember her first step, her first word, the first time she fell down and got hurt. Every freckle and scar is committed to memory. Every hurt, happiness and giggle has a special place in my heart. I remember that she was God’s gift to me when I was “planning to plan” to have a baby. My Ella is my first miracle.

Before Seven, there was a playful toddler

Sometimes I forget that. Sometimes I am impatient and I forget that every moment with her in my life is a precious gift. It’s easy to get caught up in the day to day and see your miracles as ordinary but every year on her birthday, I am reminded that she is my miracle. She is extraordinary and I am lucky.

Before Seven, there was a fun loving Preschooler

She is a beautiful, warm, sweet, smart, funny, robust personality with an old soul. She is more than any mother could ever ask for and I need to tell her that more often because time passes fast and before I know it, seven will be seventeen. In the blink of an eye, the sweet newborn has become seven and my life enriched exponentially, my heart fuller than I could ever have imagined and my dreams all realized in those deep blue eyes.

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear;)

I love you, sweet Ella. You will forever be my baby, even though you are quickly outgrowing my lap. You will always be my heart and the tiny miracle who made me into a mother. Happiest of birthdays, my precious one. May year seven be even more glorious that the first six with you.

XOXO, Mommy