Today our chubby-cheeked, blue-eyed September baby turned four. She is the little sister so long prayed for, her name Patience bearing witness of that fact. She is adored by us all, especially in these dolly-days that fade so quickly. She sleeps surrounded by all her baby friends, dressing them and caring for them just like a little mother. She also loves dirt. Having six brothers, she has a rough-and-tumble side to her as well, though the tumbling part happens much too often and far too dramatically. She has fire inside her, but also a tender heart. We love our Patience.
She came to us in a flurry and a flash, delivered by her father in our bedroom in lieu of the midwife. That was not our plan, but it happened, and we laugh about it now. Her name says just the opposite of the way she entered the world, but we pray that that name will be a virtue she is known for her entire life. Her name is also a reminder to us all, whenever we say it, of what we ought to be, and God is working that in us.
Happy birthday, Patience. Four is great!
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