Youngest Daughter turned sixteen this morning at 8:05. She was born after my shortest, easiest and most tension free labor. She was our biggest baby, weighing in at 10 pounds, 6 1/2 ounces.
Dr. Han looked down at her on my tummy, all new-born and laughed out loud. “Look at that fat baby!” He exclaimed. I cradled my arms around her and thanked God for this precious gift.
We all thought that she was beautiful. Her big brothers and sisters all competed for her attention, and the older children at church would tote her around. She seemed to belong to everyone. She would dance with J.R. and he would ask her how her hair looked. “Gor -jus!” she would prattle, to his delight. (While it stuck up in a hundred directions.) Her big brother’s friend, Matt, called her “Blueberry eyes” and the name stuck. (That’s her Xanga name.) Her future brother in law, then only 12, would carry her around and show her the world. We were so thankful for this baby girl. Sixteen months earlier, our family had lost a baby when I had a ruptured appendix and Rachel was much prayed for, and greatly welcomed.
She didn’t like to smile when we wanted her to. This is a picture of the five of them, taken when she was around ten months old, I think.
She was a pretty somber girlie this particular day.
There were no school pictures during those days, because we were homeschooling. So when I would run into Wal-mart for picture days, we’d take our little one along and get pictures of her, too
And she kept growing, getting more and more talkative and beautiful
And now she is so grown up. I love the person she is becoming, even while realizing that she needs guidance for some time yet. This picture was taken this past summer when she and Middle Daughter made their trek to New York City for an expedition.
A few weeks ago, she passed her Driver’s Ed course, and so we are about to embark on the world of our last child driving! I feel older already.
My Rachel-Girl, I am so glad that you belong to us. I don’t know what God is going to have for you to do, but I do know that this world needs more hearts like yours, more strong and healthy young women who aren’t afraid of hard work or getting dirty if the need is there. I pray that you will be able to trace God’s finger in your life through the good days, yes, but also through the dark and uncertain times when it feels like the world isn’t a friendly place. You know what? It isn’t. But you have chosen to trust your Heavenly Father, and He will never leave you nor forsake you. I know this to be true, and I will always love you, and “as long as His mercy permits me to live, I shall never cease praying for you!”