How does one describe such a sweet little girl? Well, Savannah’s nicknames around our house range from “Sweetheart,” “Sweetie,” and “Sweets,” to “Sweet Silly Sue” and I guess there is also “Silly Goose.” In case you don’t notice, there is not much variety in these nicknames. Savannah is the calming influence in our home. There were days this winter when school was cancelled and I breathed a sigh of relief that Savannah would be home to play with her brothers. Sid and Austin are often sad to see her leave for school and the only thing that saves us is the novelty of the bus coming to pick her up (good thing Austin still loves to see the bus every day). Today Sid didn’t want Savannah to go to school. He said “but I will miss her. She’s my best friend.”
Savannah is a great listener, helper, and friend to everyone in our house. She is not perfect, don’t get me wrong, but some of the most frequent things we hear from her are things like “Sid, come play with me,” “Austin, what’s the matter,” and “Mom, I did all your jobs for you” (this usually means she opened all of the curtains and blinds downstairs and got out cereal bowls and spoons for everyone for breakfast). She revels in the praise she receives for doing things like cleaning up the table without being asked and often picks out her clothes the night before so she can get them on quickly in the morning.
At Savannah’s school they talk about life skills like sharing and making friends. One day Savannah returned from school to report that they had talked about being angry. She said that another little girl in her class said that she had never been angry. As she was telling me about how surprised her teacher was that this little girl had never been angry Savannah said “she must not have any little brothers. She must have big brothers that take good care of her.” I couldn’t help but laugh and smile at this declaration of the woes of having little brothers. It would seem that Savannah believes her anger only comes as a result of those cute little boys. Savannah is apparently destined to be the big sister of many brothers, but at least her mom can understand (for those that don’t know, I have four younger brothers—and I love them all although I can easily imagine myself making this same declaration as a little girl). The good news is that in the end Sid still claims Savannah to be his “best friend” and Savannah takes good care of everyone in this house.
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Savannah certainly is sweet. There are few in the world like this little angel. I have some favorite memories that illustrate her unique sweetness. It is not unusual for parents to tell their children that they can’t have any more pizza until they eat their veggies, or similar declarations, but Shelly and I had to laugh when we once told her that she could not have any more broccoli until she finished her pizza. We quickly recanted those words and dished up some more broccoli.
One of my favorite songs is Butterfly Kisses by Bob Carlisle, not because I like Bob’s music, or even much country for that matter, but “I’ll always remember every hug in the morning and butterfly kisses at night.” For a while, Savannah had to have her butterfly kisses every night. She and I used to do butterfly kisses on each others noses and pretend that it would make us sneeze. There are few songs that will bring tears to my eyes, but that is one of them when I think of my sweet little angel and her butterfly kisses. “Oh, with all that I’ve done wrong I must have done something right to deserve…butterfly kisses at night.”
You guys are going to make me cry! STOP IT!
Savannah must be the bestest of big sisters! I am muy impressed with not only her, but you two as parents! I have no doubt that the two of you have done right with your little ones....on many, many ocassions!
I wish I was Savannah's little sister. :)
Okay, well Paul's comment DID make me cry (and now Sid's wondering what's wrong with me). I would blame it on pregnancy hormones, but this one would have happened without the pregnancy factor.
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