Four Years of Myra
Myra is joy. I have often pondered how I don't really know what it is that will bring me joy and what it is that will bring me unpleasantness. I mourned having a fourth child. I struggled to process it. Like grief it could be triggered even years after Myra was born, mingling in with the love and the gratitude. I look at Myra, four years of Myra, and am in awe that almost every day I now tell God how grateful I am that she is here. She has brought SO much joy into our lives. I knew I'd love her, but I didn't know how much I'd enjoy her. Myra had to have determination to come into our family, and that determination seems to be a permeant fixture of her being. There is a special fire in her bones. A flame of joy and persistence that flickers to flame everyday. Myra is expressive, animated, and loves to love. When she is excited, she is excited with her whole body. Bouncing, shaking, throwing herself to the air. She can not contain the feeling....