My Baby Girl is 5



It's really hard to believe that my sweet C. turns five today.   Five years ago, my Aunt Betty drove in to watch E. while I checked into the hospital to be induced.   C. has kept us on our toes and brought tremendous joy into our lives.   E. and T. look SO much like Joey, but C. favors my side, particularly Mama's family.   When she looks at me a certain way, I can see Mama in her face.  She has the most gorgeous curls and she stands at the mirror trying to comb them straight, regardless of how many times she is told by strangers that her hair is beautiful.   She is a cuddler who always seems to know just when someone needs a hug or a kind word.



She does everything with gusto!   Joey and I can't believe how our children seem to take after their patron saints.   One of her patron saints is St. Jeanne d' Arc (Joan of Arc's French name).   She is just as fiesty, and stout of heart and will as those two holy women!   She also gets a little of that from her Grandma!   She can make us laugh, especially Thomas.   C. is brave, but also shy when she meets new people.   She cannot stand it when her sister and brother get into trouble and she worries and looks out for everyone.   She loves to whisper to me, "You know what, Mama?   I don't love you the most.   I love God more than anybody."



And He loves you, too, sweet girl.   He knew that our family needed you and everything you bring to our lives.   Thanks be to God for my sweet baby, my C. Bear!

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  1. Kristen5 July 2011 at 17:00

    Happy Birthday, Clare...looking forward to Saturday. :)

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