You are Special

Our primary gives a paper plate to a child the Sunday they are spotlighted with a message glued to the back: "You are special. . .as a child of Heavenly Father. . ." which asks family members to each tell the child something special about them as they sit around the dinner table that night, with the plate as their special dinner plate for the evening.



Abrianna was spotlighted today. So, at dinner, we went around telling her why she is special to us. Emma started. "Abri, I think, I mean, I know you are special because you are nice to me and nice to Kayla and pick up things when Mommy and Daddy ask you to when Kayla has gotten them out." [This is true the a lot of the time, though, not suprisingly, not all the time.] My comment: Abri, I love that you love books like Mommy does and that you listen well to your teachers at preschool and church and do what they ask." Todd: "Abri, I love that you tell us such cute stories."



Then, Emma came and whispered to Todd and I individually, "On 1, say, we love Abri, and I'll count". She counted down from 3, and on three (rather, one) we all chimed in. Abri looked rather sheepish, and smiled so sweetly and said, "Guys" rather drawn out, in this tone of, "you sound so silly but I'm so pleased that you said it." It was a funny moment to which I can't do justice.



Additional notes: my friend Rachel told me that Abri's favorite vacation, as shared during spotlight time, was "when my family goes to McDonalds." [We go so rarely now that she probably would consider it a vacation.] Emma related in the car on the way home from church that she and Abri were both standing up for a long time as they narrowed down who the spotlight was because they share so many of the same things. The spotlight hints: she has two sisters; her favorite place to visit was Grandma's; favorite food: macaroni and cheese; favorite activity: movies; favorite colors: pink and purple. We definitely have a houseful of girls.