Sometimes I look in your eyes and am completely humbled. I don't know how exactly God placed you in my care. You have the most innocent eyes I have ever seen. You give these open looks and your fragility, purity, and newness almost burns me like the face of God. It's a bit too much to take. I feel my worldliness and weakly wonder how I could be your mother. It's a special openness of your eyes that is completely soul touching.
This is no way means you are a silent angel cooing all the time. You wail, grunt, and rouse up in frustration before you squirt out (usually in three's) a splatter of butterscotch sundae surprise. When you wake up, you let me know it. You are pretty easy going and a much better sleeper than your brother. Your Dad says, I have already spoiled you and you only want your mother, but I think you're just a baby. I love the way you follow my voice with your head, reach for me with your hands, gaze into my eyes, cling to my fingers, and nuzzle up for snuggles. He also says you are the most beautiful baby he has ever seen.
I marvel at your radiant healthy perfectly gorgeous baby skin and cubber cheeks. One of my favorite things is touching your angel soft skin. People often comment that you look like your brother. This is sometimes hard for me to see because I remember how gaunt his newborn face appeared while you came out with full cheeks and perfect plumpness. I remind myself he didn't stay that way for long-you both love nursing-but that first glimpse of your baby has a lasting impression. I feel like I am going through a new package of diapers every other day. You are growing so well! It's so funny to bathe you sorting through your soft rolls. Ah! Did I mention your scrumptiously delicious smooth as butter softest skin?!??!! I wish I could save one touch in an album forever, but God knows Mommy's couldn't handle that much emotional power. Let's just say, you are kissed and pet quite frequently.
Are you really four weeks old now?!??! This time of newborn home life creates a time vortex. I stroke your tiny head of baby hair feeling serenity from every pet until my mind winds up and I fast forward to days of playing hair together. Your family is crazy for you sweet girl. Your brother leaning over you for another kiss and cuddle told you the other day, "I know I'm not supposed to touch you when sleeping, but..but, you're so cuuute, I just can't stop." It's true. He honestly can't! He has to touch, hold, and kiss you ten times every time he sees you. You have been smothered in his love since you were born!
Daddy is working like a madman so I am in the overwhelming and beautiful can I live this moment forever days with you and your sweet as pie most loving and adoring brother. You ride happily in your carrier against my chest inside and out. I wear my coat backwards to shield you from the weather. Our prayer life is full of gratitude these days. Another fun thing I just realized, I can buy flower bouquets anytime now because I have a girl to receive them. My girl, it is a dream to have you here. Your God is an amazing God. His creations are marvelous to the eye and soul searing to the touch. We are forever grateful to you Lord.
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