This morning I wrote 700 blog posts in my head about what that fact means to me and how I am feeling about it.
I struggled through it all morning.
After I dropped her off at school it almost swallowed me up.
My baby. A big girl. My littlest. Getting so big.
I came back home and went for a run, fast. And then I sewed her a birthday dress.
And then I felt much better. Happier. Calmer.
We celebrated her birthday with presents, pancakes, candles, cards and shots on her new bow and arrow. She smiled the whole day through. She does that.
I wish for her so many good and sweet and wonderful things.
Happy birthday our beautiful Pepper Berry, to the moon and back.