She left us 6 months ago today, but I find myself thinking more about her birth then her death. Not her springing to life after her baptism, or the gasps of the staff in the room, but more about the good moments afterwards. She had such incredibility cute ears, it was hard to keep them under the hat we had for her. New baby skin is incredibly soft, her ears were super floppy. Tiny little floppy perfect little ears.
Once the boys arrived they were very interested…. Well, some of them. Aden wasn’t, he knew the drill and you could see “oh man, that’s a bundle of trouble” in his eyes. Gabriel was thrilled though, he knew momma was having a baby again and it fascinated him. Ethan… wasn’t so sure, his facial expression was along the lines of “Where in the world did you get that?”
I was so incredibly happy. We were getting time. We were getting to meet her, to speak to her, sing, hold, cuddle… to love her. It was scary, she’d have episodes and it could all abruptly end, but when she was happy and cooing the way small babies do, I’ve never been happier. Even when she scrunched up her face to let us know she wasn’t terribly happy with being pulled from the warm, quite comfortable home inside momma…. I still beamed with pride and happiness.
Gabriel too was proud and excited. With me and NILMDTS taking pictures he had to grab momma’s camera and take some of his own. He wanted to be a photographer like his daddy, to capture these moments with his sister…
It was such a perfect day, the first of many. The holy spirit filled up that room, it felt so safe. We were wrapped in it. We prayed thanks, we held Him up who’d granted us such a wonderful season. Thanks be to God.