Who can find?
She is worth far more than rubies.
(Proverbs 31:10)
Audrey. Noble strength. A name chosen because it means the same as her daddy’s.
Although she is the spitting image of me as a child, I would give anything for her to carry the noble strength that so fittingly describes Brian.
Audrey is three today.
Our beautiful Bella.
I am constantly amazed at how quickly she changes. One week ago, she was in diapers. Three days of potty-training and she’s an old pro. One week ago she talked about her “yipstick”. Now she pronounces a very definite “L”. When did she grow up? How is this possible?
I gaze at her every day and marvel, and I dream of our future together asking God for just one more day, every day.
Just one more day to feel her sweet pats on my back as we snuggle and rock.
Just one more day to listen to her sing all throughout the day.
Just one more day of dancing in the kitchen.
Just one more day of smiling when I see her face in the mornings.
Just one more day of marveling at the moon together.
Just one more day of swinging on the big swing and pretending we are on our way to school.
Just one more day of mis-matched outfits and unruly red hair.
Just one more day of fixing meals together and stopping her from eating the whole block of parmesan cheese.
Just one more day of blowing bubbles.
Just one more day of putting together puzzles, tearing them apart and then putting them back together.
Just one more day of story-telling and book-reading.
Just one more day of worshipping together.
Just one more day of awe at the deer and bunnies in our yard.
Just one more day of enormous love.
Just one more day of learning together to be women of noble strength.
Just one more day of believing in fairy tales.
Just one more day of life and joy and enjoying our one more day together.
Just one more day with my baby girl who is already worth far more than rubies.
Happy Birthday, my sweet one. My beautiful Bella of noble strength.
(Incidentally, the crocheted dress and shirt she is wearing in these pictures were made by her great-great-grandmother. I wore them as a child.)
A Spring of Joy 
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