Six

Tessa is turning 6 tomorrow.

She... 

Is not looking forward to soccer because it's just not her. "Dad, I am not meant to be rough and tough. Ballet is me. I am meant to be kind, sweet and beautiful." 

Sometimes struggles with being the youngest and watching her siblings get older and move on without her. "Mom, I have bad memories... Josh leaving. Micah leaving... (Silence. Then wistfully.) Nice boys. (Long Sigh.)" "Mom, when is Micah going to move back into our home forever. Where he belongs?" I said probably never. She wept and screamed his name. Her heart broke. There are advantages to being the youngest. But there is hard that comes with it. 

Has mature thoughts and asks insightful questions. 

Feels deeply and loves well. 

Loves all things soft and cuddly. I'm included in this category. (:

Is sure that she shares more 'genetics' with me than with Ken. "Mom, we just have so much in common...."

Loves to swim (It clicked last week.)

Gets 'love tears' in her eyes when something moves her. 

Thinks learning is boring. 

Loves all things crafty and draws and colors up a storm everyday. 

Whose love language is touch and giving (and getting). She loves any kind stuffies, big or little and cards.  

Is proud to be Canadian and American. "I am both!"

Is still so tiny. She is barely 35lbs. Her feet are size 8 and she just graduated to size 5/6 clothes. She wore 4's for 2 years.

Has a tender heart that loves to do right even though she often struggles in the moment. The fight is there. 

Is my most challenging in some ways.  

Sleeps light and little.

Feels awe at beauty. When she sees something majestic like Niagara Falls, she says it makes her want to pray. 

This girl. We all love her so much. She is a gift. Life would be very boring without her. We thank the Lord for who she is and pray that the Lord will continue to work in her life and use her for His purposes.