The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places; Indeed, my heritage is beautiful to me. Psalm 16:6

Friday, September 11, 2009


I love that you were the first girl on both sides of the family, bringing all things pink and ruffly and feminine into our midst.

I love that you cried so much in your first year, because it forced me to trust God for strength and peace.

I love that you are so contemplative, seeking answers about the big questions and the small.

I love that you knocked your teeth out when you were four, creating that adorable toothless smile that graces all your pictures from ages four to seven.

I love that you are a faithful and devoted friend, who is willing to give friendships the time and attention they need.

I love your passion, even when it swells against me. It shows me that the Lord has created you to do big things in your life, hopefully for His glory.

I love your ability and desire to read so much. I am amazed by your ability to block out the din of a house of seven and focus so completely on the words on the page.

I love our conversations as you get older. I love that we can talk like friends.

I love your desire to get married and have a large family when you are grown.

I love that you are mature and innocent at the same time. That is a gift.

I love that you are not lured by the world and its clothes, music, and stuff.

But most of all, I love you and the great God who lent you to me for this short time.

Happy birthday, Little Pearl.
Enjoy eleven.