Charlotte Anne, my little firecracker. No one wears me out like you do or makes me laugh like you do. Your crazy blonde curls and those mischievous blue eyes. The way you tilt your head when you ask a question and all the hilarious things you say to us.
In the past year, I’ve found you sitting on top of the table “reading” Charlotte’s Web, in the pantry gnawing on raw sweet potatoes, at the table for Easter eating the blue egg dye tablet and feeding the dogs handfuls of not-so-cheap organic raisins.
You are equal parts fiercely independent and faithfully clingy to Momma, Daddy and Sissy. You tell us all the time, “I got it.” But you love to sit in our laps, and you usually fall asleep snuggled right next to your big sis.
You came into the world with a bang, and you’ve been messing up my plan ever since in the best possible way. You keep me on my toes, and I’m pretty sure you had something to do with that new patch of gray hair I found the other day. But you make me smile like crazy. You make me dance in the middle of the aisle at the grocery store. You make me laugh until tears are rolling down my cheeks. You make me wonder how I ever lived without you.
When you were just a few months old, your daddy started praying you would be like Queen Esther. That was a scary prayer for me to hear because Esther was willing to risk her life to save God’s people. But I see now God laid that prayer on his heart knowing He had given you a feisty, sweet personality to fit the calling. “For if you remain silent at this time, relief and deliverance for the Jews will arise from another place, but you and your father’s family will perish. And who knows but that you have come to royal position for such a time as this?” It’s still a scary prayer, but it’s one I pray for you every day just like your daddy–that you will be like Esther, willing to risk everything to love God’s people.
To the moon and back, happy birthday my Lottie Dot!