Happy 6th Birthday my sweet baby girl!!!! 
Daddy has always been your hero. For years you were telling me that when you grow up you want to be a man like daddy. I tried to explain to you that you will always be a woman but you were never happy with that.

You are just like dad in that you always have reasons to back up your choices or what you feel. One day I asked you what your favorite animal was and you said a Beaver because they make little houses with little doors.

You called your boogies...your buddies.

You didn't sleep through the night till you were 3.

You called Chocolate milk--Shotlick milk for years. To this day you say
"I want a hot dog in a bin" (instead of bun.)

You named for your first pet (a male guinea pig) "Girl".

When you were younger I asked you what you were taught in church that day and you told me that you were taught about how Jesus died, so I asked you how he died, and you told me that He was hit by a car.

You love to learn.
"Mommy, why did the old woman in the shoe not know what to do?"
You are so gentle with any creature you find. You care for and feed the smallest ant, and are so confused and hurt when you see others around you destroying God's creation.

I love your beautiful eyes, your smile, and your enchanting fairy ears, but most of all, your beautiful heart and your love of God and how you genuinely see him as the perfect Daddy.

You love to be in charge and to boss others around. You are always negotiating with your sisters and you hate to be wrong. One morning I overheard a conversation between you and your sisters. You all were starting to play but you had to use the bathroom. You didn't want them to start playing without you so you told them to wait and then I heard you say,
"Hannah, don't give me that tricky smile!", "Nora don't obey her, obey your head, not your heart." 
You try and grow up so fast and you measure yourself next to everything to show me how much you have grown. I tease you and tell you that you can't eat anymore or sleep because I don't want you to grow anymore and you tell me that you can't stop, it is the way God made you and don't worry mommy, no matter how big I get you can still hold me on your lap.

You are always writing me love notes. You love to cuddle but you laugh more than anything else.

You laugh till you cry and squeal and scream for joy. I envy your ability to be so genuine with your pain, love, happiness, anger, sadness and to express it to me with no inhibitions.

I
ADORE you and
LOVE being your mumma.

I am so thankful to God for the wonderful gift of
YOU!

Emma:
"Dad, I am going to live with you and mom until I have babies."Dad:
"Emma you mean, until you get married"Emma:
"No dad, that way you can meet my husband."Dad:
"Don't you worry Emma...I WILL meet you this husband BEFORE you get married"