Four Years with Isabel
My baby girl turned four years old yesterday. I suppose that means she's not a baby anymore. I don't often get sad about birthdays, but this one had me feeling sentimental.
Isabel is the daughter I didn't know I needed. She really brings a lot of joy and sunshine to my life, and for that, I am grateful. She's the kind of little girl who is mostly happy (she has her sassy moments) and goes with the flow. She makes parenting feel easy. She gets testy at times but is easily corrected. She also gets excited about small things and will throw her arms around you and exclaim, "thank you!"
She really loves. She has a fierce love for me, for her dad, for her brother, even for her teacher at school. She loves people the way I would like to love them: without prejudice or expectation. She always reminds us to pray before dinner. She is just as happy running around with the soccer ball outside as she is playing with her Barbie dolls inside. She can wield a light saber with the best of them as well as put together a frilly pink outfit.
I'm just thankful to be her mom. It's hard for me to accept that she's growing up (and that I'm getting old!), but I'm also ecstatic with the little woman she is becoming. And, as always, I'm praying this verse over her life: "May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope."