When I grow up, I want to be like Rose. My sister and I joke about that we've learned much about parenting from Rose. She is gentle, kind, sweet, and ever-patient. She knows how to handle every situation with children and loves to learn anything that comes her way. She is the tenderest of souls and loves John and I with a Godliness that must please Our Lord very much. She is a perfect daughter, sister, and friend. How we were blessed with such a soul, I will never know.
She is determined in the kitchen. She loves to bake and create to surprise our family. Shortly after Lourdes was born, I had just started avoiding dairy to see if it would help her stomach. Rose felt so sad for me, so during nap time she created a chocolate cake to surprise me. She went to extra lengths to make it free from all things that might upset Lourdes. I remember with such fondness her scurrying around the kitchen to surprise me and frosting the cake with such pride. What a sweet girl. She is the first to make cards for me when I leave the home and the first to recognize any effort I put forth in my daily tasks. She thanks me for folding the laundry, for making dinner, for cleaning the bathrooms, and teaching her. She really is a dream.
I find her praying a lot. I watched her sit down to practice her piano and pause for a moment to pray. She is such a soft place to land. She loves animals and wants to much to be a dog owner. She falls asleep clutching her stuffed animal dogs. How I would love to surprise her someday!!