You are the youngest, the baby of our family, the still cuddly caboose of our six person locomotion.
Your feet stretch to meet the negative difference between what you want and the inching of your reaching fingers.
You are the shortest for now but what you lack in stature you compensate for in volume of voice and velocity of energy.
Your mind is huge - an ever unraveling canvas of creativity - and contains an increasing vocabulary of wit and wisdom.
You are big in heart and grace moves you; you are one at ease as mediator and bearer of others' burdens.
Your years are few yet your future is grand - a kaleidoscope of possibilities as limitless as your dreams and God's purposes for you.
You may be youngest, my dear, but nothing about you is small.