May 18th, 2008

…the driving lessons are going well…

May 18th, 2008

Nine

Nine.
Nine is all knees and elbows and energy.
Nine is blurry pictures because she won’t! stand! still!
Nine is all mouth and sass with a healthy dose of snark on the side.
Nine is smiles and witty retorts, and quiet questions.
Nine is also a lot of LOUD QUESTIONS.
Nine is scraped knees under pretty dresses
Nine is dirty hands and unbrushed, wild hair.
Nine is laughter, and tears – at the same time.
Nine is just a taste of the beauty still to come.

Nine is how many years since I had her, how many years I’ve loved her, how many years she’s blessed my life with trials and tribulations and laughter and joy.

Nine? Is beautiful.

Happy Birthday, Pup! Mama loves you more then you’ll ever understand – until you have your own Nine.

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