Eleven whole years.

This girl of mine is simply amazing. 

She's so brave and bold. 

This past year she's learned a lot about what it means to be a friend. 

And she's growing up. 

I'm noticing it more and more in everything she does. 

Slowly but surely she's becoming the girl God made her to be. 

And even though she knows how to push my buttons more than anyone else, there is NO ONE I'm more proud of. 

I feel like I'm just sitting on the edge of my seat waiting to see all that life holds for her and all the ways she will make a difference in this world. 

And even though if it were up to me, she'd be five indefinitely, 

I sure am enjoying the adventure that is Libby. 

Happiest of happy birthdays to the girl who made me a mom. 

I pray that your eleventh year is nothing short of amazing.