Where is her story at these days?
- Reading at a mid-semester first grade level, which is blowing my mind.
- Always trying one bite of a new food, making me proud, proud, proud.
- Struggling with jealousy . . . of sister, of friends, of toys.
- Showing responsibility by taking her plate and utensils to the sink without being asked.
- Soaking up any chance she gets to craft or color; she's a stunning artist.
- Completing simple addition/subtraction in her HEAD! Amazed!
- Still eager for snuggles and hugs and kisses and for me to "scratch her feet."
- Eating cheese whenever she can.
- Wondering about slavery and why people are mean.
- Wishing mom would let her ride her bike down the street by herself (isn't happening any time soon, thank you)
- Hoping for an American Girl doll for her birthday.
And what is she saying these days?
- Mom, you're not young at all. I'm only sort of young because I'm five and three quarters.
- "Your hair is multi-colored," referencing the bright white hair multiplying exponentially in my head.
- Hoooooolllllddddd meeeee.
- Mom, Louisa is [fill in the blank].
- Can I read this one? Please?
- I'm going to be a baker when I grow up.
- Can I have some cheese?
- Ladies and gentleman, Anna Zane Youree, the dancer!
- Are we still in Texas?
She recently celebrated 100 days of kindergarten. After I recovered from the idea of having to craft to create a 100-day t-shirt for school, we brainstormed a shimmering shirt (thanks to the help of Facebook friends). I wrote the slogan; she glued more than 100 jewels on the front, back, and sleeves of her t-shirt. I mean, why stop at 100 . . .
It is only by God's grace that she is blooming as well as she is. I'm mostly paralyzed and silent when I think of what beauty He is crafting in her.
Happy -- almost -- sixth birthday, Anna Zane!