Our little Daphne turns four today.
Four will be a big year for her, I can tell. She already talks about what she will do at school when she starts next fall.
She told me yesterday that Christian is her best friend. And when given the chance to pick a Christmas carol to sing at church, she first chose 'Hark the Herald Angels Sing,' since it's her favorite, but quickly changed her request to 'Away in a Manger,' since it's Christian's favorite.
As David says, Daphne comes alive at Christmas. She's like a little jukebox, always, always singing Christmas songs.
When she knows that we're having company, she finds toys that her friends will like to play with and she gets out our spare chairs and sets them up in the living room. When we bake, she loves delivering plates of goodies to our neighbors.
I love that she recognizes people's needs and desires to make life easier for them. She is a helper, a tender heart, a kind soul.
And she is pleased as punch to be the birthday girl.
P.S. When I asked her what she wanted to do today, she said she wanted to wash dishes. And when I said OK, she was thrilled. She's a rockstar.
Last night was our big slumber party, and while I don't think anyone got much sleep, we did have a really good time.
It's been many, many, meany years since this group of people has all been together (we were just missing one) and we're glad the AK people stopped through for a little visit.
(Half the folks in this photo are headed to Mexico right now. I am not one of those people.)
Christian is a non-sleeping mess. I think he should have gone to Mexico.
Happy Christmas Eve!