Born October 3, 2001, 6 lbs 12 oz, 19 1/2 inches, my smallest peanut
By all accounts, we thought she was "Samuel", lower heartrate than the other girls, the morning sickness wasn't nearly as bad, everything seemed to be different with her pregnancy. Mum even wrote in my journal, "we can't wait to meet you Samuel". We were convinced Rebecca Verna was a bouncing baby boy.
To our surprise and delight, we welcomed our third daughter into our lives
She has been a joy and and source of love since that blessed day
Becca is named after Verna Owen, Jeff's grandmother, Becca's great-grandmother, Nana. Nana is 98 years old and one of the most amazing, inspirational, God-loving women I know. She will have you in stiches while singing her famous raps and in tears pouring out her heart in poems. She writes each of us a poem every single birthday, every single year. They just keep coming and we treasure each typed piece of paper with those special words she gives us. Nana is a priceless jewel and I am so blessed that Becca shares in her legacy wearing her name proudly. Proverbs 22:1 says "A GOOD name is rather to be chosen than great riches, and loving favour rather than silver and gold." How true is that!
Becca is my most reserved daughter. She has come out of her shell in the past few years but as a baby, she was so quiet, so good, never fussy, content always, my only baby that never used a pacifier. We'd have to keep checking on her in the bouncer because she literally would sit for hrs in that little chair and never make a peep. She spoiled me...or maybe she knew that she was the 3rd girl and that things were already pretty hectic in the household. Whatever the reason, I remember Becca being such a perfect little baby!
Becca loves soccer, basketball, drawing, writing and her favorite subjects in school are art and math. Just recently in 3rd grade, she mastered the math SOL scoring a perfect 600. She can't wait to be featured on the Wall of Fame at school signifying her accomplishment. Becca's writing also amazes me. When given writing assignments in school this past year in 3rd grade, the teacher usually expected a page or so to be turned in. Becca never stuck to that standard. Always, at least 3-4 pages, all stapled together, usually typed, would be hanging in the hallway. That's my Becca. I like to think she gets that from me, the writing. I adore writing. I hope Becca will decide to keep journals for her children some day as I have kept for all 4 of mine. It's such a memory to be able to go back and read about all the neat nuggets that without writing them down, you'd be sure to forget. Becca has a passion for writing, I hope she always does.
Becca is also my thinker. She never acts impulsively, but rather ponders and thinks out the situation and then makes a decision. I love that about her. She has a calm about her that is really neat to watch. She also isn't really influenced by friends too much. She is her own person, doesn't succumb to peer pressure and dances to the beat of her own drummer. Becca has a heart of gold and loves unconditionally. Yes, she and her sisters can fight like you've never seen before but the sincerity I see in each one of them afterwards makes me feel like maybe, just maybe I'm doing my job as a Mother and teaching them love. Love is the greatet thing there is afterall.
Becca is beautiful, Becca is unique, Becca is special and I love her dearly.
oh..did I mention she loves snakes???
