My oldest, Emma, turns 10 today.  Double digits!  How did this happen so quickly?

I remember the day I found out I was pregnant with her...the day the doctor told me I was having a little girl...the day I went into labor, and of course, the moment I held her in my arms.

I truly didn't know I could love so much.  It was overwhelming, and has just gotten stronger and better every day.  I would spend hours just holding her and staring at her.

I like who she is.   She is kind and generous, and has a good soul.  She cracks me up, too.

A couple of favorite memories:

When she ran into the room at age 2, saying, "Mommy!  Mommy!  Daddy has a tail and he can pee with it!"

When I had Gracie, and she was disappointed it wasn't a black baby boy.  She wanted to name him George.

Tell me one of your favorite "kid-isms!"