Happy Birthday, my blue-eyed girl
Abigail:
Today you are eight years old. Eight! I haven't a clue how you've gone from just inches tall, crying and sleeping, dependent upon us for everything, to a sweet and lovely young girl. You amaze me. When mom and I named you we thought of Abigail from the Bible (I Samuel 25) and hoped you'd grow up to be a woman of grace, mercy and character. Already, in your eight years, you have shown us that you already are much like your namesake.
You've gone through many things in your life already. You've seen two pets die -- Athena and Midnight. You've broken your arm, had a nail in your foot, gotten poison ivy that swelled your face, had chicken pocks and deal daily with anxiety and sensory processing disorder (SPD) -- more than most people ever deal with in a lifetime. How I've wished I could shoulder those burdens for you, carry the pain and hurt. You are stronger than I could ever be.
You make us laugh and smile, you drive us crazy and make us deaf, you make us think and challenge us daily; and there isn't a day I'm not thankful for all of you, the good, the bad the ugly no matter what you do or say. You're my daughter and I love you.
Happy Birthday my beautiful girl -- You make me proud. I'm honored to be your father.
Today you are eight years old. Eight! I haven't a clue how you've gone from just inches tall, crying and sleeping, dependent upon us for everything, to a sweet and lovely young girl. You amaze me. When mom and I named you we thought of Abigail from the Bible (I Samuel 25) and hoped you'd grow up to be a woman of grace, mercy and character. Already, in your eight years, you have shown us that you already are much like your namesake.
You've gone through many things in your life already. You've seen two pets die -- Athena and Midnight. You've broken your arm, had a nail in your foot, gotten poison ivy that swelled your face, had chicken pocks and deal daily with anxiety and sensory processing disorder (SPD) -- more than most people ever deal with in a lifetime. How I've wished I could shoulder those burdens for you, carry the pain and hurt. You are stronger than I could ever be.
You make us laugh and smile, you drive us crazy and make us deaf, you make us think and challenge us daily; and there isn't a day I'm not thankful for all of you, the good, the bad the ugly no matter what you do or say. You're my daughter and I love you.
Happy Birthday my beautiful girl -- You make me proud. I'm honored to be your father.
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