more indeed

i believe that my daughter is quite possibly the most wonderful thing to exist. i realize that every mother thinks that of their own daughter. but i also realize that few mothers have actual factual evidence by which their claim can be supported. i, however, do.

this daughter of mine has taught me lessons in so many areas of my life. first, her persistence, which to the outsider may offend, is what drives her and propels her to a new level of doing things and of thinking. if there is something that she doesn't know, or something that she can't do she will work at it until it is finished and she excels! eg. whistling, snapping her fingers, baseball, soccer, gymnastics, dance, reading, writing, spelling, counting, simple mathematics, the names of dinosaurs, sign language, writing scripture on her heart... and so so many more! she is fantastic.

also, she has taught me an entirely new approach to the age-old dilemma surrounding nature vs. nurture. here, biscuit is entirely gifted in so many areas, but had it not been for the mister, i would have never thought to approach so many areas. eg. our daughter is highly skilled at baseball. this is a sport that wouldn't have entered my thought process in any way shape or form. it was the mister's idea to give it a shot... and voila... we now have the "queen of diamonds", with her own diamond mowed into our front lawn (why i love them like i do!)!

...a talent that would have likely gone undiscovered had it not been for the mister's urging. a talent she must have had from nature (God-gifted) that if not nurtured would not have thrived.

what else lies ahead for her? for the new baby? for the mister and me?

there seems to be so much more to say. i just want to keep on writing. my body is tired from working today but my mind continues running its marathon. the mister sleeps on the couch awaiting my entrance into our bedroom, an act he will most willing follow. and yet... my fingers tip tap tap away. i wonder to what that translates in his dreams? you know... when the phone ringing in your dream is really your alarm clock?

do we have things like that in life? when there are elements to the daily routine that we mistake or misinterpret? i'm sure. i would like to be more open to the "real" things... more sensitive to what is genuine, all the while recognizing that it is not always tangible.

embrace that with me, will you?