Tomorrow our eldest child turns thirteen. She is a delight to be with and a dear friend to each one of us. Recently B6 asked L12 and I, “How come you two are such buds?” I am sure there are many reasons, but I am just overwhelmingly glad that we are. We talk, we laugh, we dream, we scheme, we shop( during which time we don’t always agree, but we do both have good taste!) we read, then discuss and revisit our favourite parts, sometimes we cry, we pray, we create, we enjoy each others’ company.
A couple of weekends ago L12 went camping with friends for the weekend. I missed having her around but the thing which struck me most was that there wasn’t her singing floating through the house. When she returned her little sniffle had turned into a full blown head cold and there was no singing for several more days. It just wasn’t the same. Her friends have been known to look at her in amazement and say,” Don’t you ever stop singing?” I hope she doesn’t.
Blessed are those who dwell in your house, ever singing your praise. Ps 84:4
Happy Birthday, dear Miss L.