I call her my sparkly girl. She's eleven today.
We enjoyed our traditional Sunday afternoon tea followed by glimpses of her childhood in the form of journal entries. I've kept a notebook or journal of some sort on the counter ever since Drew started talking. As my kids do or say the things kids do and say, I jot it down, knowing that we will one day enjoy reading through them again.
Today was one of those days. It was delightful to remember the time that she, as a toddler, got stuck in her car seat and quoted from The Tale of Peter Rabbit, "I'm caught by the large brass buttons on my jacket!"
We laughed as we relived the time when she came sauntering into the kitchen and shrugged, "I guess John wanted all of his food . . . ." A red flag went up. We ran to the goldfish bowl. Yep. She had dumped the entire container in.
My heart soared as I read to the family an entry from 2004: "I told Anniebeth that everything she did was for God. She ran into the hallway and said, 'Mommy! I'm doing arabesque for God!'"
She still dances and sparkles and shines. My prayer for this girl is that she will continue to grown and shine in the light of her Savior, doing everything for Him.