Two years ago, the Lord saw fit to bless me with a daughter.

A daughter who is a lot like me. She has my nose. My hair. My gracefulness. (See also: Falls up the stairs.)

She also has my attitude. Stubbornness. Passion. Independence.

Feel free to pray for me.

In all things, she is a blessing. Even in those moments when scrambled eggs fly across the kitchen table or as she nails me in the jaw with a foot during one of her epic tantrums. (Disclaimer: If you ever see me in these moments, I might be muttering something about her being a blessing through gritted teeth as I talk to the ceiling.) [Read more…]