Our Dimples turned nine on Friday. The celebration didn’t go quite as planned since I had a short bout of the flu, but despite that, she enjoyed her day. Thursday night, her birthday-eve, everyone gathered for dinner (except Sweet Pea who couldn’t make it home). This is becoming an increasingly greater feat with all of their busy schedules, but they do a good job making family time a priority.
Dimples chose grilled burgers, stuffing (yes, stuffing), spicy Doritos, and carrots with dip for dinner. A slightly odd combination to be sure, but we all enjoyed it. She even loved her presents, a set of books, a University of Idaho hoodie, and a cookbook.
She was notably content — notably. I’ve been sitting with that short sentence for a few minutes trying to say it without sounding negative, but it was big. She was content – CONTENT – this is no small thing for our Dimples. She liked her dinner, she loved her gifts, she went to bed happy and was still happy in the morning when she shared her birthday cereal with her siblings.
The most precious moment of the day came when she snuggled up next to me and said, “When I’m nine, I’m going to be good.” The word “good” panged my heart because I never want her to feel that she is defined by being “bad”.
I said,”Do you mean you are going to be happier?”
She smiled, “Yes.”
“Do you mean you are going to let love fill up your heart?”
“Do you mean that you are going to obey better?”
“Nine is going to be a good year Dimples. Eight was better than seven and nine is going to be best of all.”
She smiled and nestled close.
Later that night as Russ was tucking her in bed, Dimples said, “Daddy, nine is going to be a good year.”
Yes, baby it is, because we believe in the power of God to heal broken hearts and hear our prayers. Nine is going to be great.
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