Sunday, November 8, 2015
This is my beautiful girl a few months ago at the start of eighth grade. Now, Sloane will be 14 in just a few hours. Each year I kneel by her bedside and remember all the sweetness from the previous year. I pray and thank God for all His many blessings. I cry. I commit her and her next year into His care. Every year for fourteen years, I've spent a small part of November 8th crying.
Someone once asked me why I cry so easily. I told her, my heart is just so full. Sometimes it just overflows in tears. And, that's about right. When I think of my darling girl, my heart is so full that sometimes I just can't help but cry.
This year instead of sneaking into her room long after she's asleep, I lay beside her in her bed and played with her hair and shared my prayer with her. She's a quiet, thoughtful, pondering kind of girl, so I don't know really what she thought of it. But I know this. She has no doubt her momma loves her. She knows for certain I trust God to meet her needs and help her grow. I don't know if she will even remember a single specific part of my prayer for her. Really, that's not what matters. What matters, is that she knows that I pray for her. She knows that I love her. She knows that I trust God to meet all her needs. And that, I think, is the very best gift I can give her as she begins her fourteenth year.
Happy birthday, my darling girl. Your momma loves you so much.
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