My feisty and confident Jordan. She knows what she likes and goes for it. Since she was young she insisted on dressing herself (unlike her older sister who is 11 and still asks me to pick her clothes for her – which I have refused to do for years, but she keeps trying). This frequently results in outfits that consists of different colors, patterns, and layers upon layers. It results in high tops with a fluffy skirt. She’ll take on a new challenge without hesitation because she is certain she’ll figure it out.
My brave and tough Jordan. She rarely cries (sometimes she should cry more often). She’ll go face first into concrete and split her chin open needing 10 stitches and barely cry. She’ll walk around with a broken elbow at school for a couple of hours with nothing but an ice pack. The one who has been riding real roller coasters since she was tall enough (Age 3). The one who punched a spider to kill it on her gymnastics mat during class while the rest of the girls (and teacher) screamed and ran.
My sensitive and tenderhearted Jordan. She has a deep desire to serve those in need. Which translates to making dinner for the family when mom isn’t feeling well to helping Pastor Dan sweep and clean up almost every Sunday morning before services start. She’ll sit and hold a baby for as long as humanly possible (or until the parents make her give the baby back). The one who happily fed her baby brother and changed his diaper whenever we’d let her.
My VERY stubborn Jordan. She is confident because she is too stubborn to let anyone else make choices for her. She wants to make them and make them her way. She is tough because she is too stubborn to let people see her cry (which she thinks mean admitting she’s weak). She’s sensitive because when she finally realizes that her stubbornness is causing an issue she finally breaks and releases ALL OF IT. Like when she refuses to practice a memory verse at home because we are suggesting it, but then can’t memorize it in time for church she will cry and argue with us for 3 hours about how her life is just too busy and obviously our fault because she is too stubborn to admit she is wrong. Or she’ll ask for advice and every solution we give her she has a reason why it couldn’t possibly work.
But, oh I how love my Jordan. Her frustrating stubbornness all the way to her servant’s heart. Her awesome cuddles all the way to her spider punching. The only one who inherited her mommy’s freckles.