Tuesday's Child

Monday's child is fair of face,

Tuesday's child is full of grace,

Wednesday's child is loving and giving,

Thursday's child has to work for a living,

Friday's child is full of woe,

Saturday's child has far to go.

But the child that is born on the Sabbath day

is fair and wise and good and gay.

Knowing that this is just poetry should make those born on Friday and Saturday feel a little better!  Of course, it's just silly to believe what each day's child is said to be, and I doubt many do.  I guess pretty people born on Monday might...and it would be great to be full of grace like Tuesday's...or to be loving and giving just because I might have been born on Wednesday!  Sunday is THE day, according to this:  what better could be said of us than to be fair and wise and good and happy!

All this to say:  we most all have some of all the attributes listed above.  We all have our attractive traits; we can pray to be as graceful as we have been graced; being loving and giving is certainly something to practice and become good at; most of us work....or have worked...during our lives.  And we all have our share of woe, hardship, bad luck, despair, grief...Certainly we have not arrived and have far to go.  I, for one, would love to be always fair; wisdom is much to be desired; being a good person and to be happy and joyful (gay) most of the time would be something wonderful.

Today is our daughter's birthday, and she was born on a Tuesday...thus my thoughts today being on the aforementioned ditty.  And she is full of grace, for sure.  She gives others the benefit of the doubt...she forgives...she is sunshine and moonlight...and one of the most giving persons I know.  I remember when she went to Washington on the safety patrol trip in fifth grade, she spent ALL her money on presents for me and her daddy and brother...All her spending money on others; nothing at all for herself.  And a gold Noah's Ark bracelet she gifted me with - a gift entirely too expensive for her to buy but for which she sacrificed in order to buy.  I treasure the sacrifice as much as the gift.  Her gift of giving to others could easily make her Wednesday's child.  Speaking of other days of the week, she could be Monday's child with her beauty...and working for a living:  she works TOO hard, even when she's sick...that is just the kind of dedicated employee she is.

I'll stop here, so as not to embarrass her...nor to be accused of being a braggart myself.  Happy Birthday, Cindy!  You bless us everyday with your life; we are glad you were born our daughter, no matter what day of the week.  Thank you for being you.  We love you!