Her. Nine.

My first baby turned 9 this past weekend.

Nine.

I can hardly believe it.

 How did 4 generations go from this (and seriously - did I ever really look that young??):

 To this:

She's 9.  And she's passionate and fiery and funny and smart. We've weathered some tough storms with this girl.  But we've also learned that she really values feeling special and being "heard."  She's fierce. She's loyal. She's a tough cookie.

She's nine.