Happy Birthday, Miss N!

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Five years ago today, I became a mother. This tiny bundle has led me on the most amazing journey. I won’t say my “greatest” adventure, as marriage to my husband has been quite a ride, but she has changed me, grown me, and molded me into the woman God wants me to be.
Natalie: One Year Old

Five seems so old! She is officially no longer a baby in any way shape or form. I'm not super sentimental, and I loved four-year-old life. I'm not sure if I am ready for the next stage quite yet though.

Natalie: Two Years Old

Natalie: Three Years Old

Natalie: Four Years Old!

Natalie: Five years old!

Here are some accomplishments over the last year:

First sleepover at a friend's house.
Learning to read! (just short vowel three-letter words, but read them she does!)
Going to camp for the first time.
Asking Christ to be her Savior.
Starting preschool.
Getting over a fear of the water.
Getting glasses.

I'm sure there are more, but I am beyond tired, so this list will have to suffice for tonight.



Project 52: Glimpse Into Motherhood

Comments

Kimberlee said…
My oldest will be five this month too. Five seems so big and grown-up. I can't believe how fast time goes and how fast they grow and change. Happy Birthday to you five year old.
March 10, 2011 at 11:37 PM
mommy to many said…
welcome to the family of God little one!! and happy birthday!
March 12, 2011 at 9:51 AM
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