I adore each of these children. Though they all look alike, they are each quite different. The oldest is Nathan. He reads voraciously, is exceedingly polite, and asks delightfully pointed questions of the adults he encounters. Once, when he was about four, he rose his hand to answer a question in Sunday school, but didn’t really have an answer. So instead he proudly pronounced, “My mom got a new purse.”
Next is Ruthie, the only girl. She has an ethereal quality about her – not of this world. Even a little spacy. But she can hold her own among the four boys while still wearing a dress. Next is Micah. Micah came into the world too early and is smaller than the rest. But oh so sweet! His younger brother Judah is prone to telling tall tales in Sunday school. When he does, I love to look over at Micah to see him look me in the eyes and apologetically shake his head.
The baby of the family is Isaiah. The older kids call him ZayZay, and he lights up a room. He loves to give hugs. The run with your arms outstretched, squeeze you for a long time kind of hug that I don’t see too often these days.
I adore watching this family and playing a small part in their lives. I hope they will be around long enough so I can see how each child turns out.