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Twelve

This sweet girl turned twelve yesterday.

We spent her birthday in Leavenworth, as we have the last five years.

She's such a blessing to me. I am amazed at how many times lately I've found myself in a conversation with her that is much more friend to friend than mother to daughter.

Sure, she still definitely needs me to be her mom. But I see her maturing to a point where she is starting to take on the qualities of a good woman friend.

A couple of times lately, she's listened to my concerns over something and been moved to tears for me... there's an empathy there I just don't get from my boys. Or from Asia, for that matter.

I'm so glad I have her.

Happy Birthday, sweet Savannah.

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  1. Anonymous3:11 PM

    I am SO glad we have her too.
    She is a very special little lady.

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  2. Anonymous7:24 PM

    Wow, she looks so grown up, freaked me out. Will take the kids to dinner while your gone. Tell Asia and Kyler, I will text Kyler. ahh

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