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9 years?!

Dearest Claire.
You are my first baby. The one who made me a momma. You are such a special girl. You taught me that my heart could truly love more than I ever thought possible. While it seems like just yesterday we first held you in our arms, it was 9 years ago. How is that even possible?! Nine years has flown by like I never thought it could. On so many levels I wish time would stand still. Each time you sit on my lap I can't help but hold back tears and bittersweet thoughts--will this time be the last time I hold her? Some day you will be too big. You will be too busy. So...I try to savor each moment and continue to pray for just one more time. I suppose that's the challenge every momma faces. I love you so. You make me so very proud in all you do. I feel I fail you all the time, whether I pack you a rotten lunch, forget to remind you to pack your leotard or am unable to attend your class party because of my job. Despite my constant failures, you forgive me and love me always. You are sweet like that. My baby. Hardly a baby, but always my baby.
9 years and you are amazing. Soccer is becoming your love. We are taking your lead, trying to encourage, but not push. Giving you all that we can, but not overwhelming. You've decided violin is not your "thing," but I secretly hope you'll revisit it again one day. School is easy. I'm thankful for that. You are a fantastic reader--lexile is in the 1000's now, well into 10th grade level. You are in the highest group for math as well. So proud that you learn easily so far. You work hard despite the ease. You desire to please and love school. Thankfully a friend from school lives around the block from us and has quickly become your BFF. Kylee is a sweet girl as well and shares many interests with you.
You wear size 7 clothes. A size 2 shoe and weigh about 60 pounds. You are still small for your class, but you are discovering small also has benefits as you are fast.
You are branching out with independence, doing your own hair and you tubing hair styles. You love you tube. You are always looking for projects to make and experiments to do. Claire, you are a well rounded kid with many interests. I love that about you. You are a great big sister. Mya is a great friend, but your relationship is hit and miss at times. However, you are always good to Gavin. He loves and admires all you do.
Oh Claire, I love you so much. My heart grows heavy as I realize nine marks that mid point for us. In nine short years, you will be off to college still doing amazing things, but without me to hold your hand, kiss you goodnight and tell you each step of the way how much I love you and how proud I am of you. Maybe I can come to college with you :) I promise to always be your biggest and loudest cheerleader in life. I love you Clairey.
XOXO,
Momma

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