1 Cup of Flour

Nothing has been more amazing for me to watch than my childrens development.  Abby is learning how to read and that is quite awesome.  I was just upstairs getting a bit more coffee and watched Abby read the ‘1 cup of flour’ line as she is helping Jessica make some sort of baked good.  Abby doesn’t like to read in front of me for some reason.  She’s a very strong willed little girl and I think I need to read to her more so that she can understand that I don’t expect her to read to me all of the time 🙂

But I love to see my little girl grow and mature into what will probably be the most frightening thing: a woman.  Not frightening in a bad way, but scary for me because I will have to let go.  The name Randy means ‘house wolf’ or ‘protector’ and I know that my tendency is to want to protect my family, but I need for them to learn how to be critical thinkers, socially adjusted, and most of all baby-makers.  Because if these girls don’t reproduce how will I take over the world through vicariously living through my grandchildren [that’s a joke]?

I have been saying to Abby, and will be saying to Evie, that we want her to grow up to be a godly wife, just like her mom.  It lets her know what we expect for her to be aiming for, but it also lets her know what that looks like.  That will look like a human woman who is not perfect, who admits her faults, but clings to God, co-leading her family as best as she know how.  Lovingly.  And if Abby is as smart as I think she is (she’s probably smarter), we’ve got a whole lot of fun, baking, growing, stretching, screaming, laughing, scraping, explaining, learning and running to do.

And I can’t wait!