Celebrating the Ordinary: The perfect age

I got one...

Translation: I got a little girl.

That's what I say in my head about once a day and I end up accidentally saying out loud way more then I care to admit. (Do you ever do that?)

It's just that when you have such a gift it is on the surface of my brain all the time. It is not something that I take for granted and I remember several times every.single.day.

Now I need to clarify here I love my boys. I mean crazy l.o.v.e. but they are loud, stinky, abnoxious and I have to almost freak out for them to listen to anything I say. They are these foreign creatures that I gave birth to and let's face it I really don't get them. I think they are downright hilarious and without them life would be a lot more boring. Although some days a little boring might be nice.:)

But my little girl...my little Ella I get her. I understand her.

She is with me 99.9% of the time. She wants to cook and bake with me. She wants me to do her hair and paint her nails. She wants me to read with her and play games.

My Ella has always been reserved and when friends want her to play she is hesitant and wants to stay at home.

She is comfortable here.

She is content to be with her Mama. But this little story is not going to last.

My Ella is growing up. She is changing.

I have watched her with her friends and that shy little thing is cracking jokes and giggling for hours. My little girl is coming out of her shell and she is really enjoying being with her little bff's.

Watching her interact at her 11th birthday party was pure joy. She was so happy and loved being the center of attention. How different that was from just a short time ago. She is changing before my eyes.

Thank goodness she's mine for now and still wants me the very most. So I will be painting nails pink with little white polka dots for a little longer, cherishing the fact that my Ella is

The perfect age