Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Happy 7th Birthday (25 days late!)
Meghan~
How did you shoot past the soft-little-kindergarten-numbers 5 and 6 so quickly?
You are growing up, sweet girl. Age six has held so much for you:
reading chapter books on your own
~and sometimes, thankfully, still reading them aloud to me~
reading your "big-girl" Bible at night
~you just decided to start in Genesis and took off!~
loving soccer, specifically loving to play defense
(though you scored several goals this season, too!)losing teeth -- three in three months!
~but keeping your "dragonfly freckles," thankyouverymuch!~
You are a girl who
cannot
be
rushed.
Ever.
Sometimes that makes me crazy, but maybe God knows you are just what we need around here.
You love to laugh, especially when others join in.
You make a decision and stick with it. From homemade brownies and ice cream for your birthday dessert, to saving (determinedly) for a horse over the past year. And Little Meg, knowing you, I'd better start looking for saddles on sale, now.
The upside
The upside to coming down with the flu (or some flu-mimicking 48 hr virus) on Sunday:
1. SLEEPING.
12 hours Saturday night, 8 hours during the day on Sunday, and about 10 hours Sunday night.
2. Learning that if I just sit and relax and do absolutely nothing around the house (occasionally), the world does not stop turning, nor does the house fall around about our ears.
*OK. So Darin picked up a little slack for me...
3. Realizing that I love to snuggle our children so much that it is painful to tell them to "stay away from mom because she's sick right now."
4. Missing classes as I recouped Monday, and reading 148 pages of this awesome book in one sitting, on my couch with a cozy blanket around my shoulders, and hot coffee in hand.
5. Not being the throwing-up type of sick person.
Unless it's that poltergeist in my GI system kind of urge...
So perhaps just not having that poltergeist in my GI system urge with this particular illness.
6. Time to think about all of the blogging I need to catch up on!
7. NOT coming down sick on Saturday, when we
went ice-skating
then came home and had a popcorn-and-cranberry-stringing race.
*which the boys won, incidentally, in case you couldn't tell.
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