Sometimes I can't believe my little baby is growing into a mature young lady. Oh, I know she has a long way to go. There is plenty of room to grow and learn. I hope I always remember her 8th birthday. Not for the presents or the party, but for the giving. Kendall's birthday was on a Thursday this year, but her Nana and Gramps wanted to come down and celebrate with her too. I told them to come on the weekend but forgot that Kendall and I had volunteered to work at a community outreach at the church that same day. When I realized my goof I told Kendall she could stay home on Saturday and hang out with Nana and Gramps. Her response was "No way. I made a commitment (yes she actually said commitment) to those kids and they need their school supplies. Who will pass out hot dogs if I don't go?" She went and passed out hot dogs, drinks, and bused tables. She didn't last quite the 4 hours, but she was the youngest kid there and she held her own. I'm so thankful to God to have a child with a heart for service.
