My Baby Turned 8 Today

My baby--my first baby--turned eight today, and I can't believe it. Eight sounds old, right? Eight is reading chapter books and refusing to wear dresses (even though it wasn't long ago that she would only wear dresses). Eight is braving the scariest rollercoasters, but still crawling into our bed when she's frightened in the middle of the night. Eight is telling me I'm the worst mom in the world in one breath, and hugging me tightly and saying she loves me in the next. Eight is making slime. (So. Much. Slime.) 

Eight is wonderful. Eight is beautiful. Eight is here in the blink of an eye. And eight will become nine before I know it, so I'm going to hold tight and enjoy it while I can.

Happy birthday, eight-year-old Sadie. I love you.