Isabella turned 9 last month. I know. It's crazy. How can she possibly be 9 already? I remember the day she was born like it was yesterday. She was so tiny and so beautiful. I was immediately in love. She has been a joy and blessing to our lives. She has a great sense of humor, she is silly, she is kind, she is moody, she is dramatic, she is loud, she is thoughtful, she is sweet, and she is ours. She is turning into an amazing young woman and I am proud of her for so many reasons. She is a great big sister and has spent so much time playing with Ian this summer. She recently bought my mom some cute pens, wrapped them up, and wrote her a sweet card (and it wasn't even her birthday). She will sit and let little girls cover her face in make up and glitter because it makes them happy. She lets Ian fall asleep with her every night even though they barely fit in her twin bed. We love her more than we could ever fully express and I am excited about all that God has planned for her. We kept her birthday celebration small and it was only family who came over for dinner. I decorated the house specific to her instructions and she was beyond thrilled with how it turned out. The menu consisted of ribs, corn on the cob, rice, garlic bread, and chocolate cake (as per her request). She got some awesome gifts and I think it was her best birthday ever. I don't think I'll let her turn 10. I don't think I can handle her being that close to the teenage years. I am most definitely not ready for that.
