|Josette playing out in the treehouse|
Dear sweet Josie,
Your Auntie Laura complains that her baby book is a third the size of mine and has pictures of me in it. Addisyn's baby books are thinner than Rylyn's. I worry that yours will have even less content. I am disclosing to you now that I tried to make them similar; but...
I have learned...
....that fairness is not sameness.
...every child is different.
...there are more important matters...
...because the days are long, but the years are short.
I have had many moments with you that I have not wanted to fragment by running to get the camera.
When I use the lens of my eyes, I don't miss the milestone.
I know now after the two babies before you...
...to cuddle a little longer.
...to risk the kiss that may wake you.
...to laugh with you.
Here is a snapshot of our today:
We spent 2 hours playing in the backyard this afternoon. You watched your sisters dig in the pea gravel from your exersaucer. At dinner hour, they fed you pears and prunes puree while I made their dinner. They were the mama birds and you, the baby bird in her nest (high chair), gobbled up what they offered. You had a bath with Addy and I had to tell her to not give you the sponge because you kept trying to eat it. Grandpa Dan and Grandma Lynn came over and cuddled you while you flashed your cheeky two-toothed grin at me across the room.
Your baby books may end up smaller; but I am learning to make more snapshot like these of all my daughters. God's perfect gifts. And, my heart is fuller.
"The memory of the righteous is blessed, but the name of the wicked will rot." -Proverbs 10:7
Jesus, thank you for the blessing of making memories with my children. As they are remembered in future years, may the memories be blessed with the sight of Your presence and hand. In Your Name, Amen.
|Me (left) and Laura (right), go 90s hair, go big or go home|