Today, Kendra is nine. My beautiful girl, growing up so fast (too fast for my liking!), who is gracious and kind and loving, is nine.
I remember holding her in my arms for the first time, about an hour after she was born. I spent my time in recovery while she was cleaned up and bathed in the nursery, and a nurse brought her to my room. When they put her in my arms, I could hardly believe I was the mother of such a beautiful baby girl.
I used to love to watch her sleep. It was one of the rare times she let me cuddle her. I’d pick her up out of the bassinet and cradle her in my arms, and work in all the kisses and snuggles I could get away with.
Now I don’t even have to ask. She’s always ready with a hug or a kiss. She is such a patient big sister, and so good to her siblings. She also has a sense of peace and calm about her that makes her mature beyond her nine years. (If she were a Twilight vampire, she’d be Jasper! And she’ll LOVE the comparison when she sees it.)
She is growing so quickly into a beautiful young woman. Her compassion for others is remarkable. She is such a sweet and special girl!
I love you, Kendra! Happy Birthday!