And then she was ten.

Oh, my Libby. 

I just can't believe it. 

I know they say that the days drag on and the years fly by, but seriously? 

Ten? 

It's gonna take some time for me to wrap my mind around 

the  idea of a decade. 

You, my precious girl, are the epitome of special.

You are 

the most creative, 

daring, 

bold, 

brave, 

strong 

girl that I know. 

And even though you sometimes make three kinds of crazy, 

I wouldn't trade YOU,  my Libby, for anything in the whole wide world. 

You, my girl, were made for something very, very special, 

and I simply can't wait to see what all God has in store for you. 

If He could just keep you little a little longer, 

I'd be all kinds of happy. 

Here's to hoping year ten is the best year yet.