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May. 4, 2006
Who I Love And Why
  
Her name is Tia Noel.
But from the first few days home from the hospital, I wished I had named her Tia Rose.
She is a rose, beautiful, fragrant, brings joy and much happiness into the life of our family.
She is so unassuming, yet captivating. She doesn't ask for anything. Expects nothing, And accepts what is. When her heart is broken, she'll suck it up, and deal with it even when she's not expected or asked too.
She seems to not ever want to be a part of a problem, or the cause of it. So she complies. Her hope is peace, and love. She'll sacrifice her own little will, for that of someone elses. Sometimes it seems heroic, and I admire it. Other times it causes me to grieve for her.
Emtionally she's very brave. She loves people, and can see right thru them.. She seems to have a discernment for the reality of a situation, and the character of a person. She knows more than she ought to for a little girl of barely seven. But she will never use what she knows, to tear you down. She'll only use it, to lift you up, and make you feel better.
A case in point: A while back, she and I were alone for the weekend. The older kids were away. I had spent the majority of the weekend crying. I could of spent that time making it special for her, but I couldn't. We were in the car and I was driving around looking for some place to taker her to get something to eat. The car was silent. I was silent. The only thing that moved were the wheels under us, and the tears that continuously streamed down my face. It had been like that for the whole weekend.
She quietly put her hand, over the top of mine, as my hand rested on the gear shift and looked up at me, and said, "mom, thanks for such a nice weekend". My heart sank. Shame creeped in. And then gratitude. When I looked at her, all I saw was a trusting, peaceful, believing, little girl.
It wasn't a lie. Not to her. She knew me. She knew the situation. But she chose, and chooses to look at a persons better side. Believing there always is one. So she doesn't panic when things are rough. Yes she's hurt. Yes she hopes. But more than hoping. She believes. She doesn't blame, and she doesn't question. She just accepts, and loves and appreciates what she's got.
What a kid. But thats who she is. God knew what kind of character she would need, to get by in the world and the circumstances she would have to face.
I love her, she is an encourager, and a believer in people.She doesn't wait to be reached for, she'll reach for you when she knows you need her too. She'd be the kind of preacher that wouldn't wait for you to get to the altar to hug your neck. As soon as she saw you coming towards the aisle, she'd go to you, and walk to the alter with you.
She loves the beach. LOVES it. She loves her sister Gabriella, and her stuffed animals. She would rather have a stuffed animal that she can make believe with, than a toy that can only be used according to the manufacturers design. She avoids anything that might cause her physical pain. Emotionally she's tough. Physically she's not. She's hardworking, doesn't complain; but boy a skinned knee, or the sight of blood will put the fear and tears into her and out of her!
She's my only girly girl. Loves new clothes, and all the things that makes a girl feel like a girl.
She has captured the heart of those in our family.
She doesn't have to ask, she's given. She doesn't have to expect anything, because we will and do, anticipate a need or situation and act on it in her behalf before she has time to realize she has a need. She came to us asking nothing, and still asks for so little. But we want to give her everything. We want her family, to be a soft pillow she can land on, and rest in, when things around her, and inside her are hard.
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May. 7, 2006 - Tia