Dearest Eight-Year Old Flynn,
What a year for you... you have changed so much.
While you still shy away from most adults who greet you, your giggling with your friends has gotten louder & your silliness...even sillier.
You've lost seven teeth so far & are about to leave toddler sizes (finally) in your shoes. Your hair is still bobbed short & your long skinny legs are constantly dancing your petite little frame around the house.Second grade seems to be the most exciting yet. You seem to excel at writing & your creativity is one of your best assets.
You cartwheel, flip, & walkover all our furniture. Your feet will land on anything & anyone & your brother's head seems to be a part of all your stunts.
Your year brought you lots of fun & adventure...- Your Wolf-brother chased you (Lil Red Ridinghood) all the way to Grandmother's, for trick or treating fun.
- We rode roller-coaster after roller-coaster at Silver Dollar City.
- We enjoyed our first Christmas in a new house.
- Your second grade choir sang at Busch Stadium at the seventh inning stretch of a Cards' game.
- You tried a season of softball... and soccer... and still, dance.
Your '2nd annual' LemonAID stand helped a tornado-touched family. You donated 11 toys to the TOYS FOR TOTS. Your heart is bigger than your 40-something pound frame.
Just when I think I couldn't be more proud of you, you melt my heart even more.
I pray that your ninth year of life brings you more learning, more love, & God's light.
With a love you won't understand for many more years,
Momma
xoxo
