Monday, January 23, 2017

Deb's Birthday

She turned nineteen. Can you believe it?

I can't.

It's hard to remember what it was like oh so many years ago when the kids were little. So much growing up has occurred in the meantime, and most of my thoughts of them, the images of them I keep in my head, are how they appear now, how they act now, how they talk now. And they are a lot of fun now.

But, oh, how totally insane they used to be! (And I mean that in the best possible way.)

Those two girls growing up in the same room, playing in their little fantasy worlds with their dolls, wearing all those cute little outfits, laughing and giggling and singing and giving me such wonderful hugs when I came in at night to tuck them in and read them stories and sing songs and pray. it made me so happy that they had each other. Sisters are such treasures.

Perhaps that is why Deb is so good with little children. Having a little sister probably gave her a special insight into the ways of younger children. Or maybe she just enjoyed playing Mom. Either way, she gets along very well with the little ones. She's a good babysitter. She'll be a great mom some day.

Meanwhile, she's pursuing a college education in one of the other areas in which she excels: Writing. Over the course of the last few years, she has gotten quite good at it. And she has is fascinated by the study of the human mind in her psychology class.  And she's studying French!  Nous sommes si fiers de vous et de vos rĂ©alisations!

Can't wait to see what she does with it all.  Writing, teaching, traveling, exploring. I hope she gets the chance to visit France some day ... on her way to visit big brother James in Germany.

Deb, I hope you had a wonderful birthday.  It was so good to have you home for the weekend. Thanks for taking us to see 'Hidden Figures'!  It was awesome!  And we had a great time at Jaku!

We love you!

1 comment:

Judebaker said...

Nineteen. Wow. It's like 17, only two years older, but still an odd age. I hope Deb's journey through to 20 is a happy one. These children just keep getting one year older, one year at a time. And there's no stopping it. Just like you can't put a chick or a bunny in a box and expect it to stay little forever, you can't just decide your child didn't get another year older. Well, someone's gotta grow up around here. Good job, Deb, I hope you have many more birthdays to come. Every other one will be odd, but the other ones will even things out.