It was quite a year, wasn’t it? In the words of the semi-verbal little people, “happy ya-ya sha-bup, year!” That’s Ellie slang for “Bring it on!” Of course, it’s also been used interchangeably for “Hooray!” and “Welcome to my mouth.” But we’re open to many interpretations in our house.
For us, this year was all about Ellie. Indecipherable phrases were uttered. We got completely hooked on the Tolkien mania. We made new discoveries and tried many new things. An interesting item of note: We’ve prayed a lot more this year. Every night before bed, in fact. Ellie’s begun requesting it. “Pway, Daddy?” We scrunch our eyes shut and thank God for Kipper and the slide and pray for the park and the fireplace and for Kipper. Daddy prays for teething, for no tummy aches or random wakefulness at 3 and 4 am. We thank God for such a good, healthy, smart kid, that she’s so sensitive and yet adventurous, how she loves to swim, and hop and spin, and how it thrills us to hear this unexpected child in her new-found words, telling things what time it is: “Time to slide, fire-pace.”
She’s gobbled up knowledge like “caw cheeth” (cottage cheese), and gained personality and new preferences each week. We can’t believe all the growing, the tastes and opinions beginning to show. Never before have we realized so strongly, the relentlessness of God. He pursues us. You can’t escape. When she counts to 20—every time forgetting fifteen and repeating eighteen—when she recites her favorite books, when she asks to sing “eetsy-beetsy,” you feel assaulted by an insidious need to thank God for His love. It’s just normal, everyday parenting things, but until you’re drowning in amazement at such unconditional love, you can’t appreciate the pride God feels for you. I know how that sounds to people without kids. But until very recently, I was one of them. He truly loves us beyond any ability to reason.
So it’s a little late, but I’m hoping to extend the sentiment of Christmas a bit, especially for those of you who like us, feel a huge let down returning home with the post-holiday blues. Let’s just keep the good times rolling, okay? Thank God for the reminders of His love this year in the midst of the busy season of life. You’ll still have time for all that busy, happy ya-ya sha-bup later.