|Three weeks old and smiling!|
I could lament about where the time has gone or how eight seems a little too close to 10, and to tween, and to boy crushes rather than Lalaloopsy dolls.
I could talk about Anna's spunk; her love of reading; her creativity; her knack for quickly problem-solving, her love for her little brother; her artistic ability.
And yes, I could note the way she tends to follow her parents' path in the area of athletic ability (I wish I could say that was a good thing), her mom's tendency to be melodramatic, about her fiestiness (read: temper) at times.
|Age 2 or 3|
The more Anna grows the more I realize she is everything like her parents and nothing like us. Some days, I feel as if she's the standout in the family.
What I mean is, she's not quite like the rest of us. She's a little louder, has a bit more of a spark, is a little less laid back, is more bold, more take-charge.
|First day of kindergarten, age 5|
Then I realize that is just how I was as a kid: the one who had the personality a bit different than the rest of the family. I was the oversensitive one, the melancholy one, the dreamy one up in my room for hours, the one that everyone didn't always quite "get."
And thanks to Anna, now I better understand the way we can still completely love a person without completely understanding them.
A parent's love isn't just about loving someone who is just like us. Isn't that the way God loves us? Firstly and freely. Without conditions. Loving Anna helps me to remember that I too was, truly, loved unequivocally all along.
Thank you for the reminder, Anna. Happy Birthday, sweet girl.