Today is my baby’s birthday. She’s five. A whole hand-full.

She is a handful, a great delight, and it seems, our last little one. What joy she brings to the entire family. Alternately serious and silly, a zany sense of fashion, possessing a deep and sometimes quite mystical grasp of faith.

She hugs me and I feel better. About everything. Her funny sayings, her still somewhat babyish ways…I’m trying so very hard to keep her in this state of innocence. She wants to grow up–“I’m a big gor now, mommy…I’m not a baby!”

She’s right, she is a big girl.

But she’s still my baby!

Here’s a whole year of Emily: