Our girl

For anyone who has gone on a play date with A and I, you've probably noticed that our girl isn't the most graceful character. Verbal: yes. Sociable: yes. Sweet, charming, funny, friendly, hilarious, smart (I realize I'm biased): yes. But she does not possess physical strength, coordination, or whatever-ness that it takes to stay on two feet. I realize that she is not even 2 1/2 but compared to her peers, she's down-right clumsy.


A: I love you. When you're reading this someday, you'll have either proven your father and I wrong or agreed that you've got your weaknesses. You may be an acrobat for Cirque de Soleil. Or maybe you'll be a circus clown. Either way, thank you for the laughs and thank our Father in Heaven for surrounding you with angels as you crash, fall, collapse, trip, stumble, collide, bump, jump, or poorly execute your aims. Some of the best parts of loving you are kissing your boo boos and laughing hysterically with your Daddy as we lie in bed at night sharing the day's stories.


For months, Ben and I have said that A is our own little Mary Katherine. So last night, as we were brushing our teeth, this came on on the SNL Christmas Special. I had to share:




Please keep A in your prayers. For her constant safety and protection and for her self-esteem as I'm choosing my own amusement over anxiety pills with regards to what Heaven forbid could happen to her.