Hannah. Today you turned 8.
It's so cliche, but it's true. Those 8 years went fast.
And over those 8 years so many things have remained true.
You are loud. The teachers at school do not believe me because you are so quiet, but they need to spend a day with you outside of the classroom to find out. From the moment you were born, with you loud piercing cry that even made the doctor and several nurses comment on the noise, you have made yourself known. You live life loud. With singing and dancing and weird noises and laughter.
You love art. The one time you are not loud, is when you are creating your art. Painting, sculpting, drawing, illustrating your books, coloring, making creations out of boxes. You do it all and love it all.
You have a heart for the hurting. You pray daily for your friends and for "those people who love Jesus and are hurt because they do." You ask me about my friends who you know are sick. Asking if they are better yet.
You are our daughter. Middle child. Little sister, Big sister. You get to be both. You follow and you lead. You work to find the balance between the two.
Your dad and I pray that you heart for Jesus would continue. That despite the world trying to tell your different, your relationship to Jesus is #1. We love you Hannah, you are precious in your Father's eyes, and in ours, too.
Happy 8th Birthday, Hannah!
Welcome to the world, Hannah.