She wears bright colors: pinks, whites, greens, purples, yellows, reds. She, the spring-reminder, the day-bringer, the sunrise, the bloom. My young one embodies her role, reminding me and the few who usually see her of the vibrancy of life. How life looks when the sun is shining on a spring day.
While I wear darker colors, feeling most comfortable in blacks and grays, sometimes dark purples and maybe a stripe or two of white. Me, the caretaker, the observer, the one who watches, laughs, and wonders anew each day as she grows and unfurls a little more from her womb-cocoon.
The beauty is that she needs me. She needs me to love her, to protect her, to care for her, to play with her. She needs all that I am to survive. The bloom needs the thorn. The spring needs the winter. The sun needs the clouds. Snow, rain, dark sky can be beautiful too. Beautiful and beloved. A mama’s dream-come-true.
Starting to count the grace-gifts here:
1. Abiella, blooming with the spring
2. Flowers to pick and hold
3. Butterfly flitting about in the yard
4. Warm days and cool nights
5. Reading Bible stories to my 8-week-old girl
6. Learning the new steps to the dance of life
7. Laundry that stays unfolded for several days
8. Cousins seeing each other for the first time in weeks
9. A nephew who is RSV-free!
10. Family being healthy again
11. Brothers playing online computer games
12. Syrup on pancakes for lunch on Saturday
13. Sweet daughter nursing
14. Soft, sweet infant skin
15. Memory verses reminding me of God-promises
16. Sunday afternoon naps
17. 8 whole weeks of wonder
18. Washing cloth diapers and laying them out in the sun
19. Mommy sandwiches
20. Preparing for her first Easter
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