"Rise up and call her Blessed."

My daughter turns one on Saturday.  This year has flown by so quickly.  I want to be able to hold her as my little one for a bit longer, but it seems that she has other ideas. She likes to walk around holding your hands- both hands- and will probably be walking soon.  She can help me dress and undress her.  She says cracker, Mama, Daddy, and growls at the dog.  She has her first ear infection, but doesn't seem to mind taking the antibiotics.

Her brother holds her hands and helps her walk.  He makes her laugh all the time. He rides around in the wagon behind the lawnmower and helps his Daddy pick up fallen branches after the storms from the other night.  He suddenly likes Fiber One, and won't take baths, and tried calling me by my first name today.  There was a wicked little gleam in his eye when he said it and I had to laugh.

Will these little blessings speak well of me when I am old?  Will they remember my short temper or my indulgences?  I don't know.  For now I take it all one day at a time.