Our precious baby girl turned 7. SEVEN? I have put off this blog post for many reasons... holidays, homework, but mostly because... what? She's 7? How do I write about the apparent time machine we are living in? So, here it is... in pictures first. Of course.
I recently heard a story about parents that opened an email address used only for the purpose of writing letters to their children. On their 18th birthday, they give their kids the email address and password so they can read all the random letters their parents wrote them over the years. Of course I immediately thought, "shoot, why didn't I think of that?" However, I quickly realized that if it was random letters or stories I was wanting, then they can always turn to this blog. And while I am not always consistent in how often I blog, I will eventually get around to it. The most important thing, I realized, is that I blogged far more often during the years that will be more difficult for my children to remember. I have memories of when I was 2, 4, 6... but they are definitely random and admittedly, possibly dreamed up. So I have decided to quit giving myself a hard time. I will blog when I blog. And I am happy that I used to blog a lot more often. For now, I am busy out hopefully making memories that my children don't have to read about to remember.
However, back to the business at hand... Kendall turning 7. My beautiful, stubborn, competitive princess. Such a princess and so, so competitive. Seriously. She still loves all things girly, but has traded her tutu's around the house for leotards and cartwheels and 9 hours a week at the gym. And round-offs. And handstands. Oh golly, the gymnastics that happens. We even had to get a new couch. Cooper had a little to do with it, as he is still a boy and loves to jump and flip and climb, but Kendall treats our furniture like the gym equipment she so dearly loves. Sadly, the dress-up clothes in her closet don't get as much as attention as they used to, but it is sort-of okay because instead of playing dress-up she's reading and drawing and ASKING to do her homework. She still loves to play outside almost as much as she used to, but if asked, she would probably trade a beautiful 70 degree day playing in the grass for a chalk-filled afternoon in the gym. Let's see, what else besides the gym does she love? Rainbow Loom bracelets, painting anything on canvas and searching for ideas on Pinterest (yes, I did say that), eating as s l o w as humanly possible, the Frozen soundtrack (every. single. word.), not picking her clothes off the floor of her bedroom, reading chapter books, earning rewards at school and not even caring what they're for and school. The girl loves school. And her teacher. And homework, and check-lists, reading logs, choosing outfits to go with whether they have gym or not... you get the idea.
And her brother. She still, thankfully, loves her brother and even admits it (Cooper? Maybe not quite as much). They love to sleep on the couch on the weekends together and they love to whisper and conspire to attack their parents in a one-sided Nerf War. They have a secret handshake. It changes almost daily, but they have it. They can never agree on what to watch on TV in the mornings or where we should go out to dinner, but they do agree on who's turn it is to feed the dogs and when it is THE perfect time to surprise Daddy with a tickle fight. Oh how she loves her big brother.
Our sweet, sweet Kendall Lee...we love, love, love you and you know what? We even love it when you say "I love you more." It means you really, for now, think you do and that makes our hearts feel like they're about to explode. One of my favorite things you say is "I love you all the way to Heaven's sky and back." I love your picture of Heaven and I love that you know that's as far as we can go. Thank you for always wanting us to rub your back and lay with you as you go to sleep. Please try to always remember how much you love for us to read to you and that we have a secret kiss good-night. XXXO....
Train up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it. Proverbs 22:6
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