So technically she's eleven, but since the day she was born I told her to stay my baby....so at nine I finally put an end to her getting any older.
What can I say about this child. My last child. My baby. Hannah was in a rush to get here, after only about 4 hours of labor..She hasn't seemed to slow down yet!
She was standing along furniture by 5 months, walking alone by 9. She saw her big brother and sissies doing things, and she wanted to do them too.
She's eleven today. I still remember her being small enough to hold in my arms, lay on my chest, and bite her little buttcheeks.
Today she's wearing training bras, mascara and sometimes lipgloss. She has friends without me, sleepovers, and secrets mommy doesn't know. She's a preteen for heavens sake! I can't even type that out without tears. My baby, is a preteen.
Hannah is a super smart child, school AND street wise. She's opinionated and will certainly correct you if your wrong and argue with you if she thinks she is right.
She has a few bipolar tendencies, although I believe from previous children that can be blamed on the hormones.
Hannah loves hard, and she loves me best (she's told me). She is a good friend, and honest. She is growing into an amazing young woman.
I am so very proud of who she is, who she grows into each new day....and I cannot wait to find out where her determined attitude gets her in this life.
I love you hannah, hannah stew, Jo, boobs. You are my whole world, my baby...even though your 9 plus 2.
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