Emma is turning 12 years old. Oh my goodness. How did my little girl get so big?
We celebrated a day early. Ryan had to be gone on Emma's birthday, so we did presents after school on Tuesday, followed by crepes for dinner, and birthday cake. We crammed it all in before running off to 4-H at 6:30.
On the bright side, opening presents early means you get to wear new clothes on your birthday. Even if Dad isn't around. (Again. Excuse me while I grumble grumble grumble about the year from you-know-where.)
So, there you go. My eldest is now 12. Definitely no longer a little girl. Emma is beautiful inside and out, and I am so honored to be her mother. I'm glad I have been entrusted to raise this wonderful and smart daughter of our Heavenly Father.