Monday, November 20, 2006
Monday, November 13, 2006
Annabelle and I have been staying with my parents in ID. while David is away for job training. Being back in the house I grew up in, laying in bed at night, in the bedroom where I spent countless hours between sleep, dreaming about when I am a "grown up," wondering what the future holds in store, imaging the day when maybe I would have my very own daughter who would love to dream away the hours in this little attic room covered from floor to ceiling with blue ribbons and pink roses as much as I did. Letting the realization sink in that I am in fact right now, living out those very dreams. It's as if almost overnight, yesterday's dreams, have become the today reality.
The lull of soft rhythmic breaths fills the room. Peeking down into the crib I used to sleep in, on her chubby dimpled angel-face, I am overwhelmed by the enormous amount of love, of happiness and delight this wee girl-baby brings me, her Daddy, her Grandparents and Aunts and Uncles, to anyone who is blessed to know her.
As the meaning of her name suggests, she is a perfect and beautiful picture of God's grace. A shining light in a too often dark, depressing world.
Annabelle Lucy, you fill our days with laughter and our hearts with joy. You are our happiest happiness. I can't think of a single thing in the world, I'd rather be than your very own Mommy.
Posted by Chelle at 11:42 PM
" The smile that flickers on baby's lips when she sleeps-does anybody know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumor that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born . . ."
Posted by Chelle at 11:25 PM