The more and more I see you amongst your peers and with others of varying temperaments and personalities, the more I appreciate and love your individual characteristics and traits which make up the special, unique person you are…
This picture sums up your personality…joyful!
(an oldie from over a year ago but since you didn’t get in the family blog until you were 2 1/2, I thought it appropriate and fitting on this Veteran’s Day)
*You are unselfish and take pleasure in seeing others rejoice (except, that is, when you are ripping a toy out of your sisters hands!) While this is partly due to constant instruction on sharing and the like, at the young age of 3, I realize you have a generous spirit and for that, I praise the Lord.
(When watching you, we are assured every penny spent is well worth it).
3 going on 13!
Even at home, you practice with such intensity
*You have a special interest in all things “techy” but especially lately in video games which most definitely comes from daddy. You literally beg him to play his games calling out the characters: Demo Man, Engineer, Spy, etc. I think he is secretly bribing you because it just doesn’t seem right. Why don’t you beg to watch me blog or sew??? The other night you asked daddy to play with you and he responded that he was going to eat dinner and talk to mommy. Your response, “And don’t forget to play your
*You are still so so incredibly lovable with your baby sister and so proud to be her big sister. At random times, I hear you announce “That’s Genevieve, my baby sister” which melts me and it truly is hard for me to talk sternly and discipline you for smothering her with tight hugs and kisses because you still don’t know your strength (& strong you are!).
*You are very mature when it comes to interacting with others, be it babies, older kids or adults. You are a people person and love the human spirit. You remind me a lot of your Mimi in this way. There is something special about the way you see and love others.
The other example…Lately, I’ve been tuning into a classical music station, you know, thinking it would create a quiet, peaceful, soothing environment. Well, you aren’t satisfied merely taking in the relaxing harmonies, you ask what instrument is playing and you don’t simply want me to tell you but describe it with shape and color so you can guess! It’s definitely forcing me to brush up on my ear training skills.
*You are a nature girl. You love sand, dirt, leaves, sticks, mud, using your hands. You love rolling in the dirt especially after you have just taken a bath. You also love tools and helping Bapa do anything that involves manual labor (That comes from mommy).
*You do have a stubborn streak and a bit of a temper. I understand this may be a gene inherited from Grandma Sandra (daddy’s mommy). However, you also seem to have acquired her full, beautiful, voluptuous lips so I guess that’s a fair trade.
A: I wanna watch a movie just a little tiny bit!?
So, yes, while everything you do from give a hug to your verbosity contains some extra spice, there is clearly so much more to you that we treasure and cherish, deeper and wider than we can even imagine.
And in years to come when you stumble upon this, know that you are such an incredible blessing to your mommy & daddy & siblings & we are so in love with you and consider it a privilege and honor to teach you, to help form your character and to help you discern God’s will for your life.
AMEN!! You know my grandchild!! I don't say this "matter of factly", as I do believe that in this hustle and bustle world of moving forward and upward, many parents don't have the time or interest to know their children as intimately as this post demonstrates you know our Alizea. Alizea will treasure these words in years to come, without a doubt! Thank you for taking the time to reflect on this genuine jewel of a child and so eloquently putting your thoughts into words. It is so valuable to see each child, and person, in their entirety. You've painted a portrait of Alizea that doesn't leave out one detail!! Touche and Bravo!!!!
Love you, Dad