And Then She Was Ten
Happy Birthday, my little one.
She is still sweet. With a gentle touch and a soft way about her, she never leaves my heart.
A heart tender and caring.
I will never deserve all of her ways.
She says, “I love you” and wants to hear it, ten thousands times a day.
She is quiet when I am loud.
She is gentle while I am harsh.
She is sentimental while I am cold.
She is shy while I am bold.
She teaches me every day.
3 John 1:4
I have no greater joy than to hear that my children walk in truth.
~Photo by Angelina