Birthday talk has become hot and heavy around here. Yes, Tess’s birthday is in a week followed closely by Jac’s, but Gem and Lu are convinced it’s their birthdays that we should be thinking about.
Today Lucy assured me that she wanted cake and that I could make it.
“I’ll let you make it mom, okay?”
Meanwhile, Gemma -fanciful, imaginative Gemma- has been cataloging her gift requests. Sunday she told me I could get her what she wanted for her birthday because, here she clicked her tongue, “You know what I want.” To save face (because I had no idea what she wants, aside from a phone and that’s not happening), I told her it was okay to ask us for things.
Jac had a similar discussion with her and whispered it to me when she emerged in her 4th outfit of the day.
“She said, ‘Dad, for my birthday I want a motorcycle and a statue of Mary.’ I told her she was NOT getting a motorcycle.”
But then she asked me, “Mom, is this how you hold a cigar?” As she pretended to chain smoke, her faux combat boots tapping a sassy rhythm on the linoleum, her ‘do-rag slipping over one ear.
Speechless is what I was. And then I caught a few pictures because I think it will be humorous to have those present when she enters the convent. Yes, the convent. It’s the only place for that load of spunk.
Pray for us!
Best. Photo shoot. Ever. Love that sass!
The sass may kill me!
I know a vocation director…
Pray hard, sister! We’re so glad we know people who know people!