My Little Joy

I love the way she made me feel the very first time I held her. Her little wrinkled, puffy face with the skiff of flaming red hair was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

I love how she thinks I'm the most important person in the world. When I walk in the door, after only being gone a short while, she runs and greets me with a huge smile on her face. I wish that would never change.

I love how she gets so excited over the little things... purple silk flowers, dress-ups, lady-bugs, pudding.

I love to hear her little feet pitter-patter down our wood hallway.

I love how she mixes up "L" sound and "R" sound so we get new words like "sreep", "brankie", and "prayhouse".

I love how she's just a little mischievous and quite a lot stubborn.

I love to watch how she has her daddy wrapped around her little finger.

I love the way her voice gets higher and higher as she gets excited when she's telling a story.

I love to hear her pray.. she has not once in her last 30 prayers left out the phrase "thanks for ogurt" (yogurt)

I love to hear her sing.. mostly made-up songs that make no sense.. but to hear her sing every word to "I am a Child of God" melts my heart.

I had no idea what a little joy was entering my life just 2 1/2 years ago!