Dear Ru,

Some days, I think your brain runs circles around mine.  Sometimes, I’m laughing as I try to keep up.  But sometimes, I’m humbled as I hear what you want to be when you grow up.

Here are some of your quotables from the past few months.

“I want to grow up to be a farm girl.”

“Mom, I have to grow up to have a breakable plate and a breakable bowl, too.  Because I have to grow up to be just like you.”

“I want to grow up to be a momma to do great things for God, too, like doing dishes and planting things and…”

“I like to not pick up.  I just like to have a mess all the time. Because a mess is my favorite to have.”

“I really like Frosty a lot ‘cause he talks a lot better than our snowman.”

Of your shadow:
”I can see myself in the floor.”

“Mom, may I pick this and blow it?” you asked.  And how could I say no.  I just hesitated to tell your daddy that more dandelion seeds just got spread in our alfalfa field…

“After Mother’s Day is it going to be Father’s night?”

“When was I married?  Who will I marry?  When I grow up, I’m going to get a ring like Mommy’s.”

And, your latest conversation starter:
“Turtles like lettuce. Let’s talk about turtles and lettuce for a while.”

Finally, a peek into Grandpa’s favorite drink.  You informed Aunt Jessica, “Mary’s drinking water. Water is her friend.”  “Really?” Aunt Jess asked.  You replied: “Yeah. But coffee is Grandpa’s friend.”

Oh, Ru.  You’ll get us all into trouble yet.  But we love you.  Thanks for keeping us on our toes.  Not to mention keeping the conversation interesting!

Love,
your mommy