Princess turned 9 on Friday, unfortunately my little girl has been sick since Wednesday, which means I’ve been doing lots of cuddling and not so much writing. So, pretend I wrote this on Friday when she turned 9, instead of Sunday night after spending an hour in the Urgent Care to get a prescription (yes it’s been a weird week).
My little Princess, you used to hate being called that. When Papa Pat called you Princess you would angrily shout, “I’m not a Princess!” Now you own the nickname and point out your proper place.
Someday you will rule the world, or destroy it. I’m not sure which. I do know you will never say, “I did it because all my friends did it.” You will be the girl suggesting the crazy idea.
And others will follow you.
I can’t wait to see what God does with you. You have so many gifts. Your ability to write far beyond your years and with a great maturity than your brothers (which, let’s not throw that in their faces too much) floors me sometimes. You follow in my footsteps with both artistic talents and temperament.
You want everything to be right and fair. You are upset if people do not automatically see the right answer because it is obvious to you.
You walk a hard road, you are the only girl in our family, you are the youngest, and you don’t have that built in playmate your brothers have. But, through it all you have the most giving spirit.
I love you my little Princess (and I know you don’t think you’re little anymore, but to me you will always be my little Princess), and I hope this next year is a wonderful year for you (and certainly better than these last few days).
This is Bolt (not a birthday post, but I found it as I was looking for them, and this post was so her at the time), and apparently before this I didn’t really do birthday posts.