Turning 7

I watched her walk into church this morning.

Curls bouncing. Hips swaying. Heels clicking.

Seven going on seventeen.

Where did my baby go?

She’s a wildfire when she gets on a roll.

But wait for the embers to die and the smoke to settle,

And you’ll find a tender heart.

Where did my baby go?

A nurturer, teacher, and learner,

She comes by it honest…

Maybe a little too honest.

Where did my baby go?

She’s her daddy’s girl,

Her momma’s mini.

Her cousin/brother’s best friend.

Where did my baby go?

One day, all too soon,

She’ll be walking away to college.

But for now, we have 11 more years at home,

Then, where will my baby go?

I must remember: no matter how tall she grows,

How smart she gets or how much she thinks she knows,

In her sweet smile, her kind eyes, her button nose,

I can always find my baby, no matter where she goes.

Happy birthday, baby girl. I pray it was the best day ever.