Eight years old? Eight years old!?! Wow. I told Anna she couldn’t turn eight because that would mean I’m getting older. First it’s eight, then nine, ten, eleven; before you know it they’re going away to college or overseas to be a missionary. You got to nip this thing in the bud or it snowballs on you like that.

Anna, you are not just my little girl. You are also a person I deeply admire, respect, and love. I am so proud of the person you have become and will some day be. Hope this year brings you as much joy as you bring those around you.

Love,
Dad