Eight Years Old

Miriam has many meanings: "one who loves and is loved, "wanted child." She is all of that and so much more.

Miriam turned eight this week. This year I have seen more of her tender heart. Miriam may seem quiet to some, but she is full of feelings of joy and compassion. It is not uncommon for her in a moment of happiness or pride to have tears streaming down her face. Or when others are hurting she will be reaching out with tears of compassion. This year when I told her the account of Christ's crucifixion the tears would not stop coming. She wasn't sobbing in pity, but she was truly moved by such a Love. She does not hide her feelings nor is she embarrassed by them.

Miriam has proven herself to be a worthy student. She is always writing down pages and pages of words. Sometimes she is expressing her thoughts and other times she is copying a book or the Bible. She has learned to read fluently without much assistance and is always the first to get out her school books in the morning. She takes joy and initiative in learning.

Miriam now is the oldest in her room. It's been a big change and a blessing to see her take leadership. She is very patient with the younger girls often cleaning up after them without complaint.

Lest anyone call Miriam timid, her moves on the basketball court would demonstrate otherwise. She has quickly picked up on her favorite game. She works with 100% effort listening to her coaches in order to improve.



Miriam, I am proud to be your Mom. You bring so much joy in to our family. There is no one in the world like you.

Happy Eighth Birthday. You are loved and I am most certainly blessed to be loved by you.