R entered the double-digit years today.
On one hand, I can’t believe she’s already ten. On the other, I can’t believe she’s only ten. But if I’m completely honest, I usually think she’s older than she is.
She has her own fashion sense (far better than mine, of course) and loves putting new outfits together. Her sisters have taken to consulting with her before getting dressed up; she has the last word on fashion in this house.
R is sensitive and empathetic. If you’re hurting, she wants to make it better; if there’s conflict, she wants to resolve it.
She’s a born leader and a born teacher. Unafraid to tell people what they should do, and patient enough to teach E when I can’t. She is the self-appointed “student teacher” for our homeschool’s grade one class; E loves it when R takes over the reading lessons.
Most weeks, she makes the challah dough for shabbat. It’s a self-appointed responsibility that she takes very seriously.
She’s also loud, funny, and very active.
And, as I used to explain to people (and to R,) she’s so full of love for everyone and everything that it oozes out of her pores.
Happy Birthday, R. You’re the best surprise I ever got!