Olivia Rose. Ten. Double digits. How did we get here?

OLIVIA ROSE: NINE YEARS OLD

Nine years ago, my sweet girl, you came into this world—a tiny force wrapped in determination and so much light. From the moment I held you, I knew you were going to make your own way in this life. And every single day since, you have proved me right.

Olivia Rose: 8 Years Old

An Open Letter to My Mini Me on Your 8th Birthday.

Olivia Rose: Seven Years Old

 

Sensational, Savvy, & Seven! Happy Birthday, My baby.

Olivia Rose: SIX YEARS OLD

Our insanely caring, intelligent, beautiful girl is SIX.

Olivia Rose: Five Years Old

 Olivia Rose. My beautiful, strong, resilient kinder. 

Olivia Rose: Four Years Old

I cannot believe my second born is four years old. It's kind of surreal.

Olivia Rose: Three Years Old

Happy birthday to my beautiful, sassy, intelligent, hilarious little girl!

Olivia Rose: Two years old

Writing this out is unbelievable to me. The word I have used most often since you were born is, fleeting.

Happy First Birthday, Sweet Olivia

Fleeting. The one word that comes to mind when I think of how quickly the first year of your life has gone by.