A month ago (what a great blogger I am!), Mallory turned 9. She was so excited for her birthday. She is growing up so quickly.
Mallory, I love being your mom. I remember very clearly when I was expecting you, and I heard the words of a primary song playing on a CD in our home: "My life is a gift, my life has a plan, my life has a purpose, in Heaven it began. My choice was to come to this lovely home on earth, and seek for God's light to direct me from birth." I felt an overwhelming feeling that this song applied to your life. I hadn't expected to have another baby so soon, but your life really has been a gift. You are such an amazing spirit. Even when you were a tiny infant, I would look into your eyes, and I could feel that I was in the presence of a wise and valiant spirit.
When you were a baby, you always made this little sound that sounded like a bird singing. People would hear you and it would surprise them. As soon as you were old enough to make little jabbering noises, you would "sing". Dad called you his little songbird. You have always loved music. Your favorite thing is to turn on music and listen to it, or dance to it.
One time when you were about 3 years old, I came into a room where you were listening to a Roger Whittaker Christmas CD. You were singing along to the words, and tears were running down your face. I asked you why you were crying, and you said: "this man can't give his mom nuthing but clothes." (The words of the song say: "My love, it's Christmastime, and nothing can I give you, more than all the love that's mine to give, For every day we live through.") You assumed he was singing to his Mom. I don't know why you thought he could only give her some clothes for Christmas, but it was so cute to see how touched you were.
This picture is by the Mississippi River. We went on a 3-week trip back East, and you walked miles with us all over the country. You never complained, just happily marched along, usually trying to lead the way.
You are the hardest working person that I've ever met. You just naturally want to help others and work hard at whatever you do. I love to see the joy you find in working and serving. I remember when we all were really sick the winter right before Abby was born. (You were five) I had been really sick, I couldn't get out of bed, and you were sick too. I was laying down, and you came and laid next to me. Then you said: "I can hear that those kids aren't doing their jobs downstairs", and started to get up. I said "Mallory, you need to lay down and rest. Don't worry about anything, I'll talk to them in a little while." But you couldn't stand it, and said "no, I'll be right back". You went downstairs, and then came back up, declaring: "I got them doing their jobs." It was so cute.
You love helping with Abby and Taycie, and will often ask me if certain jobs have been done, or if the baby's diaper has been changed, or ask me what we are going to have for dinner, etc. You love to organize and keep things running smoothly. What a responsible person you are!
I love your laugh - it is so sweet. You have such a fun sense of humor. You are so eager to be involved in fun activities, classes, and anything that your older sisters get to do. I love what a sweet sister you are. You are a true friend to all of your sisters.
I love all these things about you, but mostly I love you because you are you. You are one of my very favorite people in the world! Love, Mom
4 comments:
What a beautiful post about a beautiful child. Mallory we love you so much! You are truly a great soul.
Thanks to the moms for these special posts about individual children--they are fun to read and see the pictures and feel of the love that you have for your each dear child.
Good lands...I better start proof reading before sending comments--drop the word "your" from the previous comment
I loved reading this post. Mallory, we think your amazing and wonderful too!
Happy belated birthday Mallory! I loved it when you helped the girls in the snowball fight.
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