I was 25 when God brought her into our lives. We would sit for hours just watching her.
Yes, it is true in our family as well....we have hours of video of our first and several albums...fewer of the 2nd, 3rd, 4th....
Why is that? I suppose it could be that we have less and less free time with each additional blessing that comes along. It certainly isn't less love. Perhaps it is the awe.
I remember saying on her first night at home, "there's another person in the house with us now." The wonder that someone isn't...and then she is. The miracle of a new baby. The freshness of my memory now 15 years old.
I was with friends last night, laughing, sharing jewelry and stories. There were two 5 month old babies there and during the evening someone received a text....another new baby...just arrived! Another blessing...a little girl all the way in Michigan was being celebrated by a group of women here in South Carolina.
More laughing and crying and passing around the pictures sent immediately on a phone....connection.
Twelve women sharing a bond, a new baby. So much joy and wonder and hope comes with a new baby. There is a message that the world is good and each life created reminds us of the goodness and the Creator of all things good.
I love babies. I love their scent and their softness; their little feet and the brightness of their eyes. Babies bring hope and joy and bond us, especially women as we connect in the miracle of participating in the delivering of these blessings. This precious child.
My heart aches with love and joy and pride for all of my precious children and today, on her birthday, my Hope.
for today~ see the tantrums as passion, the defiance as budding independence, the broken dish as a reminder of the frailty of their hearts and the kisses as the breath of heaven. love your babies today...no matter how old or how young they are. everyone still needs to know she is a precious child.
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