~Emma Rose Stark~
How in the world can you be 7? I remember as if it was just yesterday. I let your dad take me to the hospital late one Friday night, very begrudgingly. I did not think I was in labor until I was standing at the counter checking in. The lady just kind of smirked saying we’ll see if your really in labor, your too calm for that. I just laughed to myself.
Yes, you were born just about and hour and a half later, by caesarean section. You were breach and just determined to come out your own way. You do things your own way even to this day.
What a pleasure it was to meet you and hold you and call you our own. We waited so long and you filled our lives with such joy in these past seven years.
You are our littlest angel. You are the little sister that Sara prayed many years for.
You are joyous and full of imagination. You play and play for hours with games you make up yourself. You are never bored.
You are a driving force in our family. You have expectations that must be filled. You insist we have tea parties and celebrations. You insist on beach parties in the back yard.
You love all animals, especially our doggies. You grew up right in the middle of them and they are your constant companions.
You are always ready for an adventure.
You love to be playing outside.
You have spent endless hours creating fairy houses. Decorating them and watching and waiting to spy a fairy. Even at seven you like to create little special places and your own little games.
You are such a special person and you have such a special place in our little family. You are a gift that we treasure. We are richer for having you in our lives.
~our littlest angel, your growing up so fast.
Never lose your wonder little girl.
Or your joy~
We love you!