It's hard to believe my little girl turned 4 yesterday. Jake and I are amazed at how big she is getting and how much she has changed this past year. For starters, she grew three inches! She can write her name well, do simple math problems, clean her room by herself (when she's in the mood... can't wait until she's a teenager!), and she's a great big sister to Josh, always giving him loves, helping him into his seat at dinner time, playing hide-and-go-seek with him and much more. I asked her what she wanted for her birthday a couple weeks ago and she said "Highsical Musical". (Funny thing is, she has only seen the first one once at her cousin's house and seen previews for the third one, but that's all she wanted... High School Musical.) Her cousins, Hannah and Isabelle, bought her a HSM shirt and she adores it and I don't think will be taking it off for a very long time. Emma is my little drama queen. I've caught her multiple times talking to herself in the mirror, acting sad or excited and watching her different expressions. She loves to dance around the house, constantly twirling, doing handstands and cartwheels. She makes up her own songs and will sing to herself or her stuffed animals. She has tons of creativity and imagination. Jake and I love listening to her pray because we never know what will come out of her mouth. Just now she told me that she needs to be careful with the body paint she got from her cousins because "if she swallows it she will die. Then Jesus will say "WOW Emma! I LOVE your Highsical Musical shirt." Mom, Jesus LOVES Highsical Musical and Hannah Montana!" Yes, Emma. I bet He does. She cracks us up and we are so glad she's in our family. Happy Birthday, Emma! We love you.
I'm a strong-willed woman, wife, mom of three, LDS, U of U grad, runner, gymnastics fanatic, card maker, piano player, slightly OCD, singer, chocolate lover, office manager, cancer survivor, and friend. I started this blog to keep in touch with family and friends, and it slowly turned into my own personal therapeutic outlet. Nothing better than typing out your thoughts, trying to make sense of life.