The past week has been fraught with challenges, and stress, and frustrations. But it has also brought with it numerous instances for being thankful, and contented, and happy.
Saturday was our older daughter's seventh birthday. My mind still grapples with the fact of her already having reached the "Age of Reason", which is supposedly the age at which children begin to be morally responsible.
My little baby. Now a not-so-little girl. Soon a young lady.
I know the years will fly quickly enough, but I wish that I could hold on to these moments longer: when she still seeks our hands to hold, our counsel to listen to, our arms to enfold her.
Yes, she can be maddeningly noisy at times, and yes, she can be quite obstinate as well. At times she picks at her food like someone on a perpetual diet. And she needs to be reminded constantly to pick up after herself and organize her stuff.
But she can put a smile on our faces at the most unexpected times, when she produces a painstakingly colored drawing, a simple note, or just climbs onto our laps for some cuddle time. She is whip-smart. Scarily so, at times. But her heart is in the right place. She usually exhibits remarkable patience with her baby sister's antics. She is generous with her toys and books and doesn't mind when the toddler plays with them. She will suddenly offer us a glass of water when she feels we might be thirsty, or even, out of the blue, arrange the blankets over our bed just before we sleep.
She is a blessing, this little Angel of ours. And for her we breathe a quiet prayer of thanks.
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