Today, you turn 8. Every day I watch you grow and change. You’ve gone from infant to baby, to toddler, to preschooler, to elementary school-ager, and now you’re a big girl who independently reads, wakes up in the morning to her own alarm, and picks out her own clothes. Not only are you growing physically and independently, but spiritually and in maturity as well. Since your salvation and baptism two years ago, I’ve had the honor of watching you absorb the Word of God, ask meaningful questions during Small Group class, pray for others in your own words, and say over and over again: “momma, we should help that man” or “I just feel so bad for that person”. You’re a missionary in the making and I LOVE it.