We have guests coming in tonight for the rest of the week/weekend, so the kids are helping me prepare the guest rooms.
After a flurry of activity, hauling sheets and towels to the washer, running the vacuum, emptying the trash cans, I head upstairs to finish my quiet time.
Addie bursts into the room, "Smell my bref!"
This always makes me cringe. Usually she says, "Smell my hands!" after petting the dog, and that's not my favorite smell.
But I inhale, and she is sweet, spicy, not bad at all.
"What is that?" I feel slightly nervous when I can't identify things she has eaten. She did eat a grasshopper leg last spring, after all.
"Rosemary! It's eat-able!" and she skips away, very pleased with her culinary discoveries.
Her birthday is Mother's Day, and she will be five. Five is always a hard age for me; it's the beginning of them growing up. We have enjoyed her first four years so much, that I tell myself it's okay she's turning five, because she'll be even better. She is nothing if not a breath of fresh air, quirky and funny and full of life.
Today, as I run errands and prepare for guests and do mountains of laundry, busy and quick on the outside, I'm slowly pondering in the quiet places of my mind what a wonder she is, and how favored we are that God has placed her in our family.