The earth is the LORD'S, and all it contains, The world, and those who dwell in it. -Psalm 24:1
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…my little man is very interested in solid food… …teething and a chest cold makes naptime snuggle time… …and try as I might, I cannot help but get lost in his big, dewy, brown eyes… Can you? What fills your days…these days?
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again… This boy is a great big brother.
Even with a coconut shell his brother placed on his head for cheap entertainment, this little one is still looking less like a baby, and more like one of the boys. *Sigh* I’m so thankful for the perpetual smiles and joy mancub #5 has brought us these past four months. The Lord provides…He knew we needed a daily reminder of His loving sovereignty and faithfulness. That’s just what he is, coconut and all.
The littlest littles are not so small these days, it seems. I’m thankful to have special time with just the two of them, experiencing things again with them for the first time– like riding the zoo train… …and cutting teeth on carrots!
I don’t know which is better: snuggling those sweet cheeks or watching someone else enjoy those sweet cheeks. Either way, there seems to be more than enough deliciousness to go around. I understand, better than ever, what it is to savor and cherish these fleeting moments. How much more so it must be when you are a Grandma. I’m thankful to have had my mom out here last week, and to see it through her eyes…and to know: no matter how old I feel or how grown up life has become…I was her original sweet cheeks.
He won’t always fit in the kitchen sink… …or in the cradle of his Baba’s hand. But we will cherish the smell… …and sweetness of a baby fresh from a bath, forever.
Thank you for all of your sweet comments and thoughtful congratulations! We are well, full of gratitude, and thoroughly in love with our new little man. Gratitude guards the heart when: …Number 3 and Number 4, who had not been sick with the stomach bug when the rest of us had it, came down with fever and vomiting the first two days home from the hospital. And as stomach bugs take their greatest toll through the middle of the night, both the Preacher and I found ourselves up all night our first night home. Gratitude soothes the heart when: …postnatal and hospital care disappoints and even threatens to steal our joy. Gratitude fortifies the heart when: …the cacophony of fussing and crying associated with scraped knees, hurt feelings, and selfishness continues, if not increases, with a newborn’s cry. Gratitude informs the heart when: …we find ourselves speaking patiently with one another […]
April 27, 2011 8:30 am Uncomfortable contractions timed at 3 minutes apart, 45 seconds long. 9:00 am Friends pick up boys; we head to hospital. 9:15 am Admitted to triage, give consent for pain assistance if labor goes long. 9:30 am Triage nurse determines I’m at 9 cm.; I cry in relief. 10:25 am Beautiful baby boy born; The Preacher catches with teary eyes, for the fifth time. Baby and mama just fine. No obscenities, hyperbole, or wailing was used in the delivery of this baby; I am just amazed as the next person. 8 lbs. 14 oz. 21 inches And Asa did what was right in the eyes of the Lord, as David his father had done…the heart of Asa was wholly true to the Lord all his days. 1 Kings 15:11, 14b
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