My sweet Annie is seven years old!
She’s my hilarious, nutty, quick-witted child who keeps us laughing ALL the time.
Plus she pretty much knows all there is to know about the Bible, and about dancing. Her words. She’s brilliant AND talented, is what I’m trying to say.
But then she says stuff like “throw upping” when she’s sick and “hicking up” when she has the hiccups, and it’s just so dagdum cute that I hope she never learns the right way to say some things.
She LOVES to make up scary stories to try to scare US, and ends up scaring herself. First there was the story about a woman who had her head tied on with a ribbon, and when her husband untied the ribbon, her body fell off.
And then there was the one about a ghost of a little girl, and to REALLY drive the point home she snuck around the corner moaning ‘liiiiiiiiiittttttle giiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrl…….’ in a creepy ghost voice. It backfired on her when she creeped her own self out.
She does love her Bible study, and playing school, and often combines the two, teaching her imaginary class in her bedroom all about the Bible. She’s told them John 3:16 is the most important verse in the whole Bible, and talked to them all about what happens when you die.
I can’t imagine what big things are in store for her future, but I KNOW it will be big time fun, whatever it is, for this Jesus-loving, dance-mastering (she thinks), hilarious little comedian.
And I’m so, so thankful that she’s mine. Thank you, Lord, for the past seven years.