You Can't Be Serious...Already?

**Disclaimer: I wrote this the day before Mariah's birthday and never posted it (or anything else for the last two months). Since I make this blog into a book, I must still post it so that she doesn't grow up feeling left out and unloved and in counseling when she is 19!!**

Mariah is currently running around all excited. Excited that the day is almost here. Excited that Nana is on her way. Excited that tomorrow we get to go to Six Flags. Excited that she is....yes, another year older. I, however, am running around grocery shopping, baking cakes, cleaning house, preparing for a weekend of fun with my mom. But not with as many giggles as Mariah. While I am doing this, my heart is a little sad. Could the baby of our family really be turning "6", already?


When we were at the grocery store, the clerk pointed to Mariah and said "she must be the bossy one". Well, not really bossy, just very sure of herself! Actually, Mariah is the least bossy of the three. However, she will not be left out or forgotten because of her age or size. She is Spunky with a capital "S" and the older she gets the more she acts like her Daddy. She is goofy and silly. She loves to smile, laugh and giggle (even when it isn't a good time!). I decided the youngest child is either the clown or the quiet and shy one of the family. And, since God chose to not give us a quiet and shy child, this puts Mariah on the side of being a clown. This year has been a BIG year for Miss Mariah....

• She learned to ride a bike without training wheels


• She started school


• She learned how to read, write (the correct direction - hard for "left-handers", I guess), and add.


• She learned the art of being quiet when her brother and sister are arguing (a true art that most "youngest" learn quickly)


• She started to drive the four-wheeler with her Daddy on the back (never mind the fact that she flipped them both off the back of it!)

What a joy it is that God decided to give Mariah to us to raise. I feel blessed every time she calls me "Mom"and gives me one of her tight, tight hugs. The name "Mariah" means chosen by God and this is true. God knew we needed her and all the spunk she adds to our family....Happy Birthday Mariah, enjoy your day! I love you!!