You know how moms are always joking that they blinked and their kids were grown? I'm starting to understand just how stone-cold serious it is. We're in a phase right now where our middlest, Ruby River, is blooming right in front of our eyes.
I think it only has 15-27% to do with the fact that she got her ears pierced back in February. I wasn't allowed to get mine pierced until I was 15 (and my earrings had to pass the "quarter test", which seems sort of ridiculous until I remember it was the early 90's,) so seeing tiny gold stars in her lobes has me thinking I might as well order her class ring and a pair of high-waisted Guess? jeans.
She's becoming all legs and curls, and that slow-poke front tooth is finally peeking through. At the tail end of 2nd grade, she's discovering who she is - a girl who loves to read and create, a sticks-with-it learner, a friend to the kids in class who are hard to get along with. She's learning the true beauty of choosing "the least", and I don't mind admitting that I can't type those words right now without sobbing.
Back in January, Rubes was graciously sprung from the stinky boys' room and moved across the hall, to share a room with Avery. It happened quickly and we've been in 4th gear ever since, but slowly, we're making it her home.
barn wood horse from my friends at 25:40 Love I knew it was perfect for my quiet adventurer/expressive dramatist/equestrienne-in-the-making --> Ruby Girl!
I'm a big, big fan of what they're doing over at 25:40 Love, which is basically creating top notch home goods (and rad baseball T's) and donating 15% of all sales to various global charities. Their charity for May is Healing Hands International.
"And the King will say, 'I tell you the truth, when you did it to one of the least of these my brothers and sisters, you were doing it to me!'" Matthew 25:40
barn wood chalkboards.
When Ruby came home from school and saw her gussied up bed nook, she ran down and plowed me over with a grateful hug, which in mom currency is the equivalent of a spa week in Tucson or having one's own, personal salsa chef.
I'd call it a win.
Since I'm already here and half-past nostalgic, this is what my baby girl was up to about five years ago....
And here she is now:
Happy Wednesday, pals!
Don't blink. :)