Mar 6, 2015

love letter


My dearest Joy-Belle,

I am writing you a love letter.  You see, there are just so very many things I love about you.

I love that you jump at signs 7 feet above you, and grin at me, and say, "I almost got it!"

I love that you think your preschool teacher and the assistant both drive "limousine cars."  You are so sure about this.

I love that you say elephlant, and Carolylyn and talk so big even when you're so small.

I love that you request little conferences:  "Mama, can I get your opinion on something?"  "I need to have a little talk with Nana.  Mama, will you please excuse us?"  "I have to go poopy.  Would you like to keep me company?'

I love that you pray to God with your whole heart.  You tell him what you need, and often add, "Will you HELP me God?" in that precious, chirpy four year old voice of yours.

I love that you're funny, and that your eyes sparkle when you're making a joke.

I love that you want a mailbox full of cash for your 5th birthday.  I'm laughing as I type it.

I love that you sigh after we read "A Mother for Chaco" and tell me that it's a best lovely story because a baby finds a mama.  I love that you ask me who wrote it and melt into giggles when I say the silly name.

I love when you play teacher, and there is a lot of explanation using your hands, and a lot of "Now, each one of you is going to..." talk.

I love that you always have imaginary friends around, whether it's siblings or the Duggars.

I love to see you take care of people.  You take care of me, and tell me to be careful when you see an icy patch, and remind me to bring my phone.  You talk so sweetly to little ones.  You give precious gifts.   You gave me a rock with such reverence, and you still check on it in my dresser drawer.

I love that when you sing you belt it out.  Especially the songs you "made from your heart."

I love that you cried at Annie because you were "just so happy."

I love so many things about you, Lucy Joy!  You are such a precious blessing from God!

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