neva's nine!

Wow. We have a nine year old in the house. Halfway to 18--hard to comprehend!!! I can remember so easily what it was like waiting for her to be born, wondering what she'd look like, how she'd think, what she might want to do have for breakfast on her ninth birthday...

Well, already this morning I have witnessed a hula-hooping-while-drinking-orange-slush feat, which is, of course, breathtaking and awe-inspiring.

And we've had licorice as part of this complete breakfast...it did have natural flavors and colors, at least. And applesauce muffins are in the oven. Ahh...life is good.

So grateful for the small simple things that fill up a heart big, and a life abundant.