Tribute To A Daughter

Someone else turned a year older in January.  Guess who?

Yep.  There's now an eleven-year-old girl in the house!  I've written so much about Eler Beth in this journal, that most readers probably know her pretty well.  You probably won't want to go back and read all these linked entries, but I sure did have fun re-reading them myself! 

If you've read my journal for very long, you know that Eler Beth loves to fish, and hunt, and collect and learn about fossils and rocks and minerals; that she loves her pets, is good at finding things and noticing things and helping to catch crooks; that she likes to name her possessions, even plants and bicycles!  She's smart and funny and quick-witted and very much a Momma's Baby and a Daddy's Girl, and thinks the sun sets and rises on her grandmother!  (It does, actually.)  She can do anything a boy can do, but she still loves to dress girlie, go shopping and has been known to succumb to the lure of a pair of earrings.  She's tough and will charge into battle against a boy twice her size if she thinks he's threatening her big brother, but passively allow a nurse to take some blood?  No way!  She misses her former school principal who died last year and whom she credits with "changing her life" by making her "drop everything and read".  She got to pet a real live white Bengal Tiger cub, named Glacier, at Bass Pro Shop.  She's quite a little communicator, too.  One thing I miss about working is getting emails from her at work.  They were precious.  And she gave us a wonderful anniversary gift last year.

Yep, that's my girl!