I don’t overdo the grandkid thing, do I? I mean, I so easily could! All six, nearly seven, are exceptional. But maybe from time to time I’ll get the urge to feature one here, and you wouldn’t mind that, I’m sure.
Here’s what Marissa looked like when she became my granddaughter. How many ways can you say CUTE? (Only one of my dear grands has any genetic connection to me, which gives me great freedom to brag to my heart’s content. Oh, and don’t think I won’t brag equally about the one who bears my DNA, though I’ll try to subdue it—but only for that reason.)
You would be hard pressed to find a more balanced sixth grader. And Marissa seems to do everything well…no matter what she tries.
Yet one of my favorite characteristics about Marissa is her spunkiness. Little Miss Personality is always ready with a plucky retort, with the eye twinkle that lets you know she’s on your page.
She nurtures and values her many friendships, treats her siblings with love and respect,
volunteers to help, I never hear her complain (even when it might be justified), she’s thankful and mannerly,
does (very) well in school, expresses her love for God through service and prayer for others.
and puts up with my constant picture taking.
She can be serious too. But there’s one thing that totally aggravates me about Marissa:
She has the audacity to beat me at Flinch every time, except for those rare instances when she lets me win.
I speak only the truth about our Marissa. Ask anyone who knows her!