Happy Birthday, Faith!

Happy Birthday, Faith!

Today Faith turns 7. She has been count­ing down for quite some time now. She counted through Emma’s birth­day, which is exactly 20 days before hers. So, she just added 20 to what­ever Emma’s count­down was. That’s math, right?

She is so eager to grow up. I want her to stay lit­tle. She’s the baby, you know.

faith dancing

She thought that with 7, she would be able to get rid of the car booster seat. We looked up the law the other day. You have to be 8. She wasn’t happy about that. She said she’s 18. I told her she was short for 18. I could see the wheels spin­ning as she tried for a come­back to that.

She’s seven. No longer six. Where does the time go? She’s grow­ing in grace and in wis­dom. Seven year old wis­dom. Which for Faith really is more like eigh­teen. Can I bot­tle her up? My heart aches because she’s the last one, so far as we can tell. And she still hugs and snug­gles and thinks that Daddy hung the moon. And she tries to kiss my neck. Which I don’t let her do. Usu­ally. And then I act like she didn’t do it. She greets me with a joy­ous smile every morn­ing. So happy to be awake and home with her fam­ily. Oh, how I trea­sure these days of small things.

Cause she’s short. Like a 7 year old ought to be.

Happy birth­day, baby. I love you most!

faith smiling

 

**To clarify…the “most” part doesn’t refer to my love for her over her sib­lings.  It’s just a lit­tle thing we say to each other. We try to out-love each other. And the lit­tle stinker always tries to get the last word.

 

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He walked right into it…

He walked right into it…

We just got home from the den­tist. The chil­dren ran from the van into the house, excited to see the dog. Or something.

As she was clam­mor­ing up the stairs, Faith cried out, “Last one in is a henway!”

And Reed played right into her hands with, “What’s a henway?”

About 10 pounds.

Yup, she got him. I have no idea where she heard that, but appar­ently, she has. It just was so funny com­ing from the lit­tle one.

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Really nothing to worry about…

Really nothing to worry about…

I had a mild panic last night. As I was think­ing about the blog, I won­dered, “What if Faith stops say­ing funny things worth writ­ing about?”

And then she opened her mouth.

No more wor­ries. At least for now.

Samuel and the Chiropractor

Samuel and the Chiropractor

I’m thank­ful for doc­tors. I really am. When we need them. In the mean­time, I’m thank­ful for our chi­ro­prac­tor who keeps us aligned and in great health so that we don’t seem to have much need of con­gest­ing the wait­ing rooms at the local clinic very often.

We have a won­der­ful rela­tion­ship with Dr. Can­dice. Faith loves her. She appar­ently notices how much her adjust­ments help her. She was com­ment­ing how Samuel, her stuffed llama, seemed a bit out of align­ment. She asked me if we could take him in to see Dr. Can­dice. I phoned the office, and they were happy to give Samuel a lit­tle adjust­ment, much to Faith’s delight. Dr. Can­dice let Faith help as her assis­tant. She’s not had any for­mal school­ing on chi­ro­prac­tic care (Faith that is), but she picked right up on the technique.

samuel chiro care

Faith help­ing Dr. Can­dice with Samuel

Samuel prob­a­bly could use a bit more than chi­ro­prac­tic care to keep his neck from droop­ing, but Faith seems sat­is­fied for now.

I wrote this post last night. This morn­ing, Faith came up to me and men­tioned that Dug, her stuffed dog, needs to see Dr. Can­dice because his leg is all floppy.  I guess she is always on the look­out for her lit­tle animals.

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Introducing Faith

Introducing Faith

The Lord has blessed us with 6 chil­dren who we love so much. They each have their own strengths (and weak­nesses, of course), and they delight us to no end. The baby is six. And she is incred­i­bly funny. I’ve posted on Face­book over the years about her funny say­ings and inter­est­ing obser­va­tions. Peo­ple tell me to write a book. They say that I bet­ter be writ­ing this down. Well, I sup­pose this will be my ver­sion of a book. I hope one day she will enjoy read­ing all that I have writ­ten about her. Of course, I will be sure to add funny things the oth­ers say or do, but the 21 year old, while very funny, prob­a­bly won’t appre­ci­ate me telling you about the goofy things he does.

Faith washing the potatoes

Faith wash­ing the potatoes

Here she is wash­ing pota­toes for me. She loves to help me wash the pota­toes. She told me that she felt like she was in a cafe…in Paris. You know, ’cause we always wash our own pota­toes in French Cafes. Oh, and yes, she picked out her own clothes that day. She has such a great sense of style.

Silly Faith

Silly Faith

 

Did I say that she makes me laugh? She came up to me one day in this out­fit. It was bed­time. She was try­ing to stall. It worked. At least for a few minutes.

She also has an incred­i­bly ten­der heart. She loves the Lord, which is demon­strated by her kind­ness to oth­ers and desire to learn more about Christ. She loves read­ing her Bible every morn­ing before school. Recently she was read­ing about the cru­ci­fix­ion of Christ. She didn’t under­stand the word cru­cify as she was read­ing it, so she asked me what it meant. (She knows “Jesus died on the cross for my sins” but this word was hard for her.) I explained it to her, at which she became very hushed and seri­ous. She said, “Mommy, I am at a very impor­tant part of the Bible.” Yes, indeed.

So, as things pop out of her mouth, I will be adding them here. I truly think this will be the most read sec­tion of my blog. She seems to have a fol­low­ing already. Haha.

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