I enjoy hearing stories from parents and grandparents about their children (and grandchildren). I often think back to years long gone when my two young adults were babies. What lingers vividly in my memory are not sleepless nights and colic-y cries, but the curious looks and Gumby-like facial contortions; the doubled-over laughter and top of the lungs singing.
At the end of several hours of intense numbers crunching, a friend came to my desk to show a picture on her smart phone. Two weeks old Sophia lay swaddled in a blanket nestled in a baby carrier. That one picture changed my countenance. I felt gratitude bubbling from my heart and head - spilling over from my mouth.
How amazing to watch newborn babies acclimate to their new environments oblivious to all but required needs - sleeping, eating, and eliminating.
Their power to evoke Creator praise astounds me. So with this in mind, I join thanks-givers at Ann's blog and write thanks to the One who gives and gives and gives.
You've had a taste of God. Now, like infants at the breast, drink deep of God's pure kindness. Then you'll grow up mature and whole in God. 1 Peter 2:2-3 The Message#1028 - 1037
Sophia's hand to the brow at 2 weeks old
Milan leaning into her daddy's hands as he massages her scalp
Big brother, Jaden, gently kissing baby's forehead
Sydney dancing for the summer
Sienna prancing proudly in her ruffled dress
CJ's careful study of faces before him
Marguerite's four grands - who are grand indeed
Tales from Abby's curious and loving three grandsons and single granddaughter
Littlest one born so soon - living daily
Drinking deeply of God's pure kindness