Earlier this week Lauren and I were snuggling while I was watching the weather. Ryan and I watch the weather every single day - sometimes twice a day. I don't know why, but we do.
As Lauren and I are watching the weather woman - a very nice looking blonde - Lauren said, "I wish I was her."
Immediately I asked her what she meant, why she said that, and went on and on affirming who God created Lauren to be and all the other things parents are supposed to say in cases like this.
And then my heart was sad. For days. Every time I thought about her saying that she wished she was someone else, I felt I needed to reassure her, once again, about how perfectly she was was made and that we love her just as she is.
And then I saw this:
Baby girl, tomorrow you turn four.
And I want you to hear the words of this video over and over and over again. Not just on your birthday, but every. single. day.
You are loved.
You are beautiful.
You are worthy.
You were perfectly made by a great God whose grace covers all.
You are a daughter of the Living God.
I pray that you will be so confident in yourself that you would never again utter the words "I wish I was her." I am sure that you said that because you thought the weather gal was pretty and you want to be pretty just like her.
Oh sweet girl, you are pretty. You are beautiful. You are precious from the bottom of your long legs to the top of your blonde, blue-eyed head.
I will spend my life teaching you the truth of who God says you are and helping you discover who He made you to be.
Happy 4th birthday. I cried as I put you to bed tonight (of course!). I am so proud of you and the kind, gentle, caretaker you are becoming. I cried because it's going by so fast and someday you won't want to snuggle with me.
But until then I'll soak in the sweet moments that involve me, you and your Dora blanket. I'll remind you that you are more precious than rubies, you are fearfully and wonderfully made and that your gentle and quiet spirit is of great worth.
I love you L. More and more every year.