Seven

My little Flynn is seven. Seven years have passed since God blessed us with the "just one more, please" we had so fervently prayed for. Her birthday was perfect. She was happy and thankful and content and loved. God even celebrated her by sending the most beautiful snowfall as the day turned to night. My Flynn asked Father for a Birthday Blessing after Mass. And was so happy when she received it.

My baby is seven. And I am ok. I realize that I have been blessed. I am not sad about the fact that she is growing. After all, that is exactly what she is supposed to do. We are all so thankful for our Flynn...this little one who still drinks only skim milk and water. Except for a glass of Kool-Aid on special occasions. The little one who loves her home, and longs to stay here forever. The one who keeps us all young with her magical love of all things Christmas. The one who giggles and laughs and still snuggles with her mommy. The one we all prayed and longed for. Happy Birthday Flynn Grace!

Flynn was greeted with this beautiful sight as she woke on her 7th birthday...

And all the credit goes to her sister and brother.

Flynn sat and stared at it forever!

She was surprised and excited by her very first flower delivery ever!

Madison and Nicolas made her day extra special!

All ready for Mass...

My baby. Seven years old. : )

She was thrilled...

And so were we. : )

After Mass, we were back in jammies.

Because. Us.

And she was all smiles and sillies...

With her best friend Peyton. : )

Things got serious when it was time to make a wish...

And then we all enjoyed a piece of chocolate chip pumpkin bread.

Ok. Two.

Happiest of birthdays, Flynn Grace!

We love you!

FYI: The Belle Teacart is amazing!!!!!