Monday, April 26, 2010
The Stuff of Life
Sara is quite the spitfire! She already has her father wrapped around her soft, tiny fingers. To start with, Sara is the world’s smallest magician, a veritable Houdini. We swaddle her so tightly that she might as well be in a straight jacket, and yet she still manages to squirm her hands free every time. So frustrating or amusing, take your pick! Pacifiers are anathema to this child. Don’t try it. Don’t even think it. She will spit that sucker out so fast it will make your head spin. And you have never heard such exploding poopies –that’s right, I said poopies—which issue forth from such a miniscule creature. It sounds like a mudslide is threatening the foundations of the house, but it is hardly a trickle.
At the end of the day, I marvel with exceeding marvel at this most precious gift from God. My life has forever been transformed for the better. I unite my voice with the celestial choirs in Heaven for granting me the most amazing gift of a beautiful, healthy child with which the Lord has seen fit to bless me. I hope and pray that I will raise this miracle of life to give glory to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, without whose grace I would be a lost soul in the dark wilderness of this world. Amen.