Can't Wait for Eight
Dear Mackenzie, About a month ago, I was putting you and Bree to bed. You reached out and held my hand. My heart melted. I said, "thank you so much for still wanting to hold my hand." You replied, "but I will always want to hold your hand mama." I told you that one day, maybe soon, or maybe when you're a teenager, you won't want to hold my hand anymore. You gently said, "yes, but when I'm a grown up, I'll hold your hand again." And that's always been you Mackenzie. In moments where I feel sad that you're growing up too soon, you remind me that it'll be all be ok. I missed writing you for your 7th birthday. I had just gotten out of the hospital and just didn't have the energy to write something meaningful. We celebrated your 7th birthday a month late, but you took it in stride. Never complained. You were just so happy to have a party at all. Between May 2017 until now, so much has happened. We went th