September 3, 2019 0 By Mirm
4 months old

Emily! How is it possible that you are 27 years old?! You are a game-changer, mother-maker, jazz singer. worship leader. big sister, art lover. shoe painter. talented, Disney lover, Christ follower, daddy’s girl, kind friend, and my only daughter. There are not enough words to express who you are and how much I love you. You are beautiful, inside and out. You are creative and fun, godly and I am so proud of you.

I pray that this next year is your best yet. I pray that you grow in your faith and confidence and cleaning skills! I thank God for deciding I needed to . be your mom. You are gift. I am blessed.

So many years ago I bought several rose bushes. I loved them so much that I moved them to California. Some of the roses struggled when they had to face the tough winter and once we got here they thrived with the constant sunshine and nice weather. Some of the bushes are hardier than the others. One of the bushes has always needed more TLC than others. It is one of the most fragrant and beautiful roses I have, but it is really temperamental no matter how much pruning and feeding I give it. The name of that rose is Emily. Just like my sweet daughter, there is no comparison and it is worth the extra attention to reap the beautiful blooms.

My peach – Emily!

So the musical version of Cinderella has a song called “Impossible” –

Impossible, for a plain yellow pumpkin to become a golden carriage.
Impossible, for a plain country bumpkin and a prince to join in
And four white mice will never be four white hosrses!
Such fol-der-ol and fid-dle-dy dee of course, is— Impossible!
But the world is full of zanies and fools
Who don’t believe in sensible rules
And won’t believe what sensible people say.
And because these daft and dewey-eyed dopes keep building up impossible
Impossible things are happening every day.

Impossible things are happening every day! So today the impossible happened! Happy Birthday Em! I love you!