Look what I found the other day. I’m not sure what I was looking for in my folder of old school papers, but I ran across this and thought it deserved to be shared. It’s a pretty impressive resume for a 7-year-old, huh? Thanks, Mom, for hanging on to this for me.
I generally don’t claim the ability to sew any more. If I have to spend my time being nit-picky, give me words. I’ll format your documents, design CDs or proofread your letters and stories. But ask me to figure out the tension on my sewing machine so I can turn out a straight seam, and I will think of a hundred other projects that need to be done first. Like giving my toenails a French manicure or reorganizing the camp kitchen…
Hey Ruthie!! This one is really sweet:-) The Lord definitly knows the desires of our hearts:-) I need to remember that;-)
You’re right, the filial connections across the space-time continuum are shining through again. I’m sure it’s some sort of bond formed during your time of caring for your baby brother
oooh french manicured toenails! I love that. mine are right now. I use a white paint marker – it’s so fast. and I definitely couldn’t cook or sew at seven, so yeah, I’m impressed. I did change cloth diapers, though.