I love this girl. Something happened to night that reminded me of Marin's awesomeness.
Let's play school!!!!
"I'm the teacher!"- Samantha
"I'm the principal"- Ben
"I'm the class room hamster!"- Marin
I LOVE MARIN! This so Marin that I don't even know why I laughed so hard when it came out of her mouth. Why on earth would she want to be a student when she can be a hamster? Would be the reply if I asked. She is completely oblivious to so many things and I think it is such a great quality of hers. She is sincere in all her doings, she tries her best all the time, and the way her little mind works . . . I will never know.
Marin, Marin, Marin. The day she was born I wanted to name her Samantha, this was "my name." But something in me could not bring myself to name her that. It wasn't her name. Then I remember looking at my prescription bottle in the hospital and I glanced at my middle name MARIE. I knew it was her name. I have no idea what life would be like without her. I wish I knew how special each of my children were at the time of their birth. I would have snuggled them until they turned one.
Yesterday, I asked before I dropped them off at school if they needed anything from Grand Junction. I have been really busy with work and was planing on a day trip to Junction and since I have been a slacker and not wanting someone to go without something I have neglected to notices the past few weeks that they needed I asked my older girls. "Underwear, Socks, a composition note book, pencils," were among the things I was hinting at. Marin turns to me and says, "I need some string." Okay I told her, for a school project? "No, no, a project I am working on for home." Oh?! You are working on a project? Okay I wont ask - note to self Marin needs string. Last night after the day in Junction Marin comes down stairs to my office and asks me if I got the string. Ummm, no, I thought she wouldn't remember and now I am really wondering what is her project. But now it's after the Hamster story and my cute little nine year old wants string. So I go into my craft bucket, yes I actually have one though it be small and find a nice big ball of yarn. I come up stairs and she asks me again, "Mom, do you buy me the string I needed." I hand her the yarn. "Thanks." And she goes down stairs. What does she need the string for? I don't know that it matters as much and I want to know how that little mind works.
Today was picture day and Marin came up stairs with a VERY fancy dress on, I knew Samantha was behind this. So I ask, "Marin, what are you wearing?" Sigh, "I don't know what to wear so Sam picked it out for me." Of course she did. "You can wear that, it just doesn't look like you." "Will you pick me out something?" WILL I?! That's my job is to pick out Marin's cloths and dress that baby! I love it, she actually has a really great sence of style. But I know what her style is and Marin can't quite put it together yet. I ran down stairs and came up and threw her her cloths. After this I went and did her hair. I walked into my closet, because a month again I bought her some lip smackers CLEAR lip gloss. For whatever reason I knew this day was coming. The day Marin needed and WANTED to look cute, but wasn't feeling it. So I gave it to her and told her to put in on right before her pictures. You should have seen the look on her face. When I dropped her off to school I felt like my baby walked away.
I honestly hope she never changes, I hope she never pierces her ears, I hope she never wears pink, I hope she likes dogs forever, I hope she wants to read Magic Tree House books until she is 14, I hope she sends me shopping for her Wedding dress because she hates shopping, I hope she let's me help her with her homework in college, I hope she keeps her innocence until the day she has HER first baby and I hope she has her probably too laid back attitude forever.










