Rose turned seven yesterday.
That's, like, halfway to high-school. Oh, my baby!
We've been celebrating for days -- restaurant outing on Saturday, party at our house Sunday, cookies and paper crown at school yesterday morning, family presents & cards in the mail last night, probably a few cards yet to arrive.
She's such a fascinating combination of old-soul and pre-teen and sweet innocent child. Oh, and little snot, too.
The pre-teen Rose was kind of hoping for a Jonas Brothers CD or Michael Jackson.
The innocent child was just as thrilled to get an Imagination Movers CD instead (Juice Box Heroes!)
The little snot is having trouble making herself convey the proper thank-yous to relatives sending her gifts in the mail (we're working on it!) Although, I had to remind JoyDad that he developed a reputation in his own immediate family as a youth for ripping open a birthday card, declaring "No money!" and tossing it dramatically aside...
The old-soul has been delighting her Sunday School teachers.
I heard from one of her teachers awhile back, who was touched at how Rose is always excited to talk about her little sister in class when they discuss the events of the week gone by.
Last night I heard from her other teacher (who also happens to be one of Joy's baristas) about their project this past Sunday.
The lesson involved one of the healing miracles of Jesus, and the idea that we are called to be God's healing hands in the world. To expand on the idea, they created a poster together, tracing their hands and adding other illustrations as well.
As the poster-making was drawing to a close, Rose had one more idea. She began drawing a smooth, looping line connecting all of the hands on the poster and the other illustrations. "That's God's love," she said, "running between all of us."
Amen. And, happy birthday!