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8 Years

Oh my girl, you are 8 years old! What a year you've had! As I think back to year's past, I am realizing this has been one of maturity and growth for you. You are truly coming into your own, finding your own way, figuring out what YOU enjoy, how you want to dress, who you will become. For the first time since I can remember, when asked what you want to be when you get older, you no longer respond "A commissary payer" or "worker at the CDC." You are now saying "a teacher" or "maybe a veterinarian." While I am pleased that you are adjusting your aspirations to those that may mean more financial stability, I am slightly saddened at the loss of my littlest girl. This growth is a true indication that you are older and so much wiser than your younger self.

Mya your spirit is contagious. You have a sincere zest for life. You love each day, laugh each day and love to spend your time with people. Drawing has become your passion along with gymnastics. You've worked so hard this year and I'm pleased to say that you have successfully tested up to Level 1! We bought you a bar for the backyard so you can practice your pull over. This extra practice has given you a goal to work toward and you've diligently put in the time. I am so proud of you. You love school, work hard and excel at reading. You are reading at  BAS level P, but likely a bit higher than that. Your confidence in math has grown so much this year. I am very happy to see your pride in your work. You greet me in my office following each school day with a big smile and an excitement. I pray that never fades.

You are an amazing big sister. You have patience and a calmness for Gavin that our house desperately needed. You read to him, love to play in his room with him and finally have a companion who enjoys playing "family" as much as you do.

You and I walk to Claire's soccer practice two days a week. I cherish this alone time with you. I love listening to your thoughts on the beauty around us or pointing out the funny things we see along the path (underwear and almost every piece needed for an outfit!). You are such a blessing in my life, Mya. I love you so, so much. You make me proud to be your Mom each and every day.

You are my mini-me. I love every little thing about you. I couldn't be more proud of you and the beautiful girl you are becoming. I pray eight will be an amazing year for you. May you continue to shine my sweet girl.

All my love.
Momma

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