That tiny little baby is now eleven years old. And she looks more like she's fourteen. She's 100 pounds and some-odd ounces and 63 inches now. I'm not so hot at math, but that's a lot of growth, and I'm not really sure I like it. I can't even remember the last time I was able to lift Bria and I kind of hate that feeling.
That little soul with the wise eyes is now in middle school. She can play concertos on her violin. She loves art and is really into drawing cats right now. She loves reading and has started looking to me for her book choices (I convinced her to read A Wrinkle in Time this week and she loved it). She loves dogs. We need to get a dog just for her. Seriously. (Are you listening, Joel?)
There is so much I can write about Bria, but I am particularly proud of the way she has begun to internalize our family theme this year. Our theme is "I Will Go & Do" with a sub-theme of "I Can Do Hard Things." She decided that she would get up every morning at 6:00 am to practice because last year it became painfully apparent that practicing just doesn't happen when we leave it until after school. She has diligently done this this school year, and even though she sometimes doesn't make it down until nearly 6:30, and other times she seems to fall asleep mid-bow, she hasn't missed a single morning except for the one day that she was sick with a fever. And her progress is showing her diligence. She was given a difficult fiddle piece to play on the Halloween recital, and when she first saw it she immediately said, "It's too hard. I can't do it." I gave her a look, and she amended her statement to, "But I can do hard things." And she did indeed do it. I've never been so proud of her at a recital.
I did post a video to Facebook a few days ago of her practicing in the dark of the morning and I think it will work to embed it here. This is not her best playing (in fact, Joel said it was some of "her worst playing ever" after I posted on FB), but she had just rolled out of bed and I couldn't trick her into letting me film it again because she had my number after it was over. I guess my little lie about reading my email on my phone while she practiced didn't quite work.
Another hard thing that she has tackled this year is math. She's really trying harder, and it is showing.
Bria is just such a delightful girl, and so many of the things that have caused us to butt heads in the past are fading. It's really awesome to be her mother.
And I still can't believe I've been her mother for eleven whole years! (And two weeks and one day.)
But then, I also can't believe I've ever been without this little girl ever in my life. I love her so much.
Happy Birthday, Breezies! Love you forever and a day.