Before you were here, I wondered…
…I love them so much. How can there possibly be more love in there for another?
aBut there was. It multiplied. Bubbled up and overflowed. 2 years ago, you came. My heart melted at your sight. Perfect round cheeks, deep creases on every limb. Dark hair and eyes. Love multiplying. My perfect gift from God.
aYou were just so little when we had a scare. Lots of tests, lots of pokes in scary places testing for scary things. But you were safe in God’s hands. And we had some time to get to know each other, you and me. Just us, in the big hospital room with the teeniest-tiniest hospital gown I’d ever seen. I got to know you better then. And you got to know me and trusted so fully. My Brave One. And love multiplied again.
aNot much longer before you made yourself heard. Constant noises. Happy noises. My Content Boy, joyful heart. Increasing this love in my heart even more.
But it seems it isn’t just in my heart. A smile on the face of everyone you meet. You bring joy. You bring laughter. You fill hearts with love.
You are a workmanship of God.
aMoving. Walking, then running, then climbing. My Little Monkey into everything. And still, My Snuzzle Bug. My Curious George. My Van Gogh. His Maspterpiece. How can this heart get bigger? But it does. Expanding so much, it’s sometimes hard to breathe. The fear of “what if?” But then I remember, you are God’s child. You were made for a purpose.
You are His Masterpiece. And you are My Gift.
aTalking. Talking. Always talking. And singing. And laughing. So much joy in you that you decide you must give it away. Something special… your words? your humor? your gentle heart? your smile? your song? Maybe all of these. Many hearts expanding with love. You make it so easy.
aAnd now. Starting my day hearing your voice. Always greeted with a smile. “Good mo-ning, Mama. I love you… …SO much.” The way you talk. The way you walk to a beat. Your tightest hugs around my neck. Your thoughtfulness. “I frew it in garbage for you, Mama.” Or, “Look what I did! I got da milk out for you, Mama!” So proud. My Helper-Boy. My Teasing Boy. My Dancing Boy.
aToday you are two. If this heart expands more, it will burst. But you will find a way. It is your way. It is the Touch of God in you. You are special. You were made for a purpose. I love you, My Sweetest Thing. I love you, My Gift.
And I praise Him, because you are fearfully and wonderfully made; and His works are wonderful. I know that full well.
a“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart…” ~ Jeremiah 1:5
“For we are God’s workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.” ~ Epheisans 2:10