My Baby
Dear Princess,
Two years ago today, right about now, everyone was crowded around my hospital bed, oohing and ahing over you and how beautiful you were and daddy had to have you pried out of his hands if any one else wanted to hold you because he immediately fell in love with you and knew the job of protecting you had started.
We would watch you sleep and I remember wondering what the years would hold with you, and what your little voice would sound like and how my heart would feel when you first called me "mom".
I was going through a pretty tough time in my life when we found out you were on the way. I wanted you to be a girl so badly. I love your brothers, never fear. But something inside of me just really wanted a little girl. I honestly thought I might not get one because maybe God would punish me for my lack of faith in Him during those tough times. When we found out the chances were real good that you were a girl, I tried not to get my hopes up. I felt like I did not deserve you and I think I held my breath the rest of the pregnancy.
And then, you came into the world and into our hearts and I cried. I suddenly felt like God really must love me a lot if He was willing to give me this beautiful, healthy and amazing baby. I am so thankful for you, Sweetie. You truly are God's gift to us.
Now, it's 2 years later and you have filled our home with all things pink and our hearts with joy that spills over. I hear your voice and I love the sound of it, even when you are stomping your foot and telling me "no!" But the most amazing of all is the sound of your voice when you touch my face and you say "I yuv you, Mama!" My heart melts and bursts and fills up with love all at the same time. Honey, I love you, too!
I don't know what the future holds for you. I do know that God has special plans for you. You have the determination to do whatever you want and the sweetness of spirit to get people to do it with you. I consider it an awesome privilege to be able to watch you grow and learn.
Oh, and by the way, when the time comes for you to leave our house, I'm pretty sure you will have to pry your daddy's fingers off once again!!
Happy Birthday, baby, I love you.
Mom
Two years ago today, right about now, everyone was crowded around my hospital bed, oohing and ahing over you and how beautiful you were and daddy had to have you pried out of his hands if any one else wanted to hold you because he immediately fell in love with you and knew the job of protecting you had started.
We would watch you sleep and I remember wondering what the years would hold with you, and what your little voice would sound like and how my heart would feel when you first called me "mom".
I was going through a pretty tough time in my life when we found out you were on the way. I wanted you to be a girl so badly. I love your brothers, never fear. But something inside of me just really wanted a little girl. I honestly thought I might not get one because maybe God would punish me for my lack of faith in Him during those tough times. When we found out the chances were real good that you were a girl, I tried not to get my hopes up. I felt like I did not deserve you and I think I held my breath the rest of the pregnancy.
And then, you came into the world and into our hearts and I cried. I suddenly felt like God really must love me a lot if He was willing to give me this beautiful, healthy and amazing baby. I am so thankful for you, Sweetie. You truly are God's gift to us.
Now, it's 2 years later and you have filled our home with all things pink and our hearts with joy that spills over. I hear your voice and I love the sound of it, even when you are stomping your foot and telling me "no!" But the most amazing of all is the sound of your voice when you touch my face and you say "I yuv you, Mama!" My heart melts and bursts and fills up with love all at the same time. Honey, I love you, too!
I don't know what the future holds for you. I do know that God has special plans for you. You have the determination to do whatever you want and the sweetness of spirit to get people to do it with you. I consider it an awesome privilege to be able to watch you grow and learn.
Oh, and by the way, when the time comes for you to leave our house, I'm pretty sure you will have to pry your daddy's fingers off once again!!
Happy Birthday, baby, I love you.
Mom
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