Babies come from God.
This is going to be a mushy gushy post so if that doesn't float your boat on a Monday morning, you may want to peace out now.
Y'all my heart overflows for this child. I want to eat him in the gentlest way possible. I can't even put into words the joy he brings to my heart. It's like I want to jump, squeal and cry all at once.
Lately I've been reflecting on where I was a little over a year ago.
My heart yearned for a baby for so long and I was so annoyed with God for the longest time for making me wait. I read this post and cry because I remember how my heart felt. And now here I am. He was preparing my heart for a love it almost couldn't handle. My waiting made me appreciate where I am now. On the days that are hard, when I just want to crawl back into bed, I remember where I was a year ago. Yearning for Maddox. Begging God to give me a chance.
And here I am. With my tiny blessing from God that has the biggest hold on my heart.
God gave me the second best gift after free salvation.
Maddox, I pray that I will always remember how special you were to me before I even knew you. And how special you became when I saw you in my tummy. And the moment I felt your first kick. When your hiccups made me laugh. When you made me ache at night. When I saw you for the first time and my world errupted with joy. When I heard your cry and instantly felt our connection. When I watched you sleep, your chest rise and fall, and prayed over your life. When I snuggle you close into my chest and thank The Lord you are mine. When you smile and giggle and light up my world. When you see me from across the room and wiggle with excitement. When you feed and stare up at me, your hand tightly holding my finger.
You are God's. And He entrusted you to me. And my heart will never, ever be the same.