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Sweet Sarah

My baby has the first birthday of the year. She turned the lucky number 7 on April 3. She could not have been more excited! We celebrated with a rainy BBQ and ice cream pie with family along with games with more ice cream pie with her friends. She recently learned how to ride a two wheeled bike without training wheels and her birthday wish was for a new helmet which Kevin and Christine delivered. She is still easy to please and we had fun parties with her.

I am so grateful that she is a part of my life. She has taught me more about expressing love than anyone else. I am the Primary chorister and I have been observing the children lately, especially the younger ones. They are able to express their love freely; they give hugs and smiles to their teachers and anyone else who makes them happy. They sit on their laps and expect to be loved back. The older they get the less easy it is for them to express love. Sarah is not the youngest in Primary any more, but she is still able to show love for people close to her. She hugs her friends and holds their hands. She loves her siblings and her cousins and grandparents. She tells me every day that she loves me and she says it before I say it to her. She doesn't just say love, she shows it; when I visit her classroom she practically knocks me over when she greets me. She even says the word, "love" more than anyone else I know. Anything she is fond of she says she loves.

I am using her as an example for a goal I set for myself this year. As a more reserved adult I am not always sharing my feelings of love as well as I should. I decided that whenever I had a thought come into my mind to compliment someone or offer thanks or encouragement I would say it. I think lots of those things, but I don't always say them and I don't know why. It seems silly really, why wouldn't I say something loving to those around me?

Thank you, Sarah, for being you!




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