~watching her blow out those 14 candles, surrounded by a band of giggling girls
~her stand for something she believes in strongly, even though it's been hard and has pulled her away from people she cares about
~the way God is growing her through this difficult situation. Watching Him work in her life takes my breath away.
~coming home early from work one day, only to find her studying with classical music playing in the background
~watching her read while I prepared dinner. I nearly asked her to put the book down and help me. Then I remembered all the years I've struggled to get her to read outside of school, and I kept quiet.
~her compassion for those in need
~that her pick for Celebrity Day at school was someone to be admired, rather than one of the many lesser options out there. (True, her decision was made easier because she has the hair to pull it off!)
~picking her up from practice and listening to her enthusiastically tell me about her day. The words come so fast I can hardly understand them all. I drink them in as much as I can, because I fear the alternative.
My girl is far from perfect, but as her Daddy said this week, "She's a good kid." And she is. Not because of her. Not because of her parents. Only because of God.
For you formed my inward parts;
you knitted me together in my mother’s womb.