8

Sage actually turned 8 the next day, Sunday, January 20th.  8 years old.  Sage is more grown up and shows more grace and maturity, especially in the last 6 months, than most adults.  And that is the truth.  She's learned way sooner than I would have liked, that life is sometimes just unfair, but that that's no excuse to give up and quit.  She is smart.  She is loving.  She is funny.  She is a great sister and friend.  She's had to learn through more of my personal mistakes as a mother and just a person than the other 2 will.  I had her at 22, and I personally have had a lot of growth in those 8 years.  But she has even been gracious to me.  I not only love this girl, but I genuinely like her, and I am so proud to call her my own. 

 Celebrating her at Classic, her choice.  (This was a big accomplishment to me as this was our first time eating there since she had diabetes.  When that all started, it felt like we could never eat there again.  I figured it out fairly easily just with my own personal experience with it thus far, chocolate fountain and all.  Travis was impressed.)

 I am a failure for getting pictures with everyone except Jaggar.