a magic number

I am so enjoying eight at our house.

I love the way London is a deep thinker, a kind leader and an amazing artist.

She is such a good protector of her baby brother and she is so capable of real, helpful tasks.

She can ride a bike, catch lizards, read stories and a few weeks ago she made a red velvet cake – plus cream cheese icing – entirely from scratch, completely by herself following the directions in an old family cookbook.

It tasted delicious.

It was like eating a miracle.

That she was once a dependent little thumb-sucking infant

and now she is all of this.

That’s astounding.

I loved London as a toddler – the way she said, “Awww – coot!” and her little blonde bobbed haircut and her love of all things Veggie Tales.

And I love seeing her begin to come into her own.

It’s all gift.