My daughter participated in a winter basketball league this year. She is a trooper, handling every ball sport we throw at her with a good attitude. But the day she got knocked around on the court a little more than usual, I finally gave in and drove down to the ballet studio. She had been wanting to take dance for awhile, but finding the right time and place was a challenge. But not anymore. She's found her niche and has been dancing ever since.
Her actual 9th birthday was small but special. We had good family friends over for playtime, made doll crowns, and ate a double-decker home made birthday cake. You amaze me. Happy Nine Years!