My dear Maggie is turning TEN tomorrow. Double digits is a big one in our house and instead of choosing a "friend" party, she went with the Kindle and pink case gift, like most of her brothers before her. She is also very excited because turning ten means she gets to read the Harry Potter series that she's heard so much about from JP who has read every.single.book five times. She has been planning her meals for about two weeks and finally decided on banana chocolate chip muffins for her class, pizza from a local joint for dinner, and ice cream sundaes with Gammy's homemade hot fudge for dessert. She actually went around and polled her brothers to aid in her decision making. It was a close one between pizza and tacos, so I am making her tacos tonight :)
Maggie is my holiest child so far, or at least the holiest outwardly (I think Eamon's interior life is a humble holy light). She was St. Jacinta for All Saints Day this year, and upon reading her story (saints books are her favorite...see what I mean?) decided that she wanted to say the Rosary every day. We are hit and miss with our family rosary as our lives get so busy in the evenings, but I do play it every morning in the car on our way to school. Maggie reminds me to start the rosary as soon as she gets in the car so that she can hear as much of it as she can and constantly shushes her brothers when they talk and/or yells "Be quiet we are praying the Rosary!" She's holy but feisty ;) When she gets out of the car at school, she makes sure exactly which prayer she left off on to be able to continue it by herself. If you try to talk to her while she's praying (unbeknownst to you) she will get frustrated and announce that she is trying to pray. Again, that holy feisty personality. She asks us all the time to take her to Confession, she loves going as often as possible, and she begs her "godsister" Haley to take her to Holy Hour where she can easily adore Christ in the Eucharist for 60 minutes. At night she has a whole litany of prayers she has to say, and I can often find her doing somebody else's chore as a good deed for God. Seriously, she puts me to shame with her piety game.