You turn one today as the fog rolled in over the hills around us and the only fanfare you heard was the song of your brother and sisters.
You turn one only once and this mama’s heart aches and that candle was blown out by the two sisters at your side.
I wanted today to last forever and I want tomorrow to stretch out long too.
You are the fourth and the youngest and wildly unique and the laughter you were born on is the laughter you bring and as you napped this afternoon I listened to the song that marked your transition and I long for you to know Jesus as holy and good.
The days will come, sure and steady – roll faster and faster one upon the other. There will be days that seem sluggish and mundane and others that will leave you breathless and reaching to wring out just one. more. moment.
But my prayer for you, sweet Zeruiah, is that in all the days that He gives to you, you will offer each one back to Him. That He will give you eyes to see that what seems mundane and worthless to the world around you are actually sacred places for His glory to shine…through you.
You were created to be filled – may you be filled with the One Who created you.
You will be hurt and your heart broken – may those broken places be where He shines His light most brightly.
You will feel lost and unsure – may your feet always lead you back to the very feet of Jesus.
I think back to the moments between 2 pink lines and your heartbeat fluttering on that monitor…I was so unsure.
And then you, my precious girl whose very presence embodies the meaning of your name. You truly are a balm of God.
Tonight under clouds and stars you sleep, and tomorrow you will wake up and wave your hands until you have a banana on your plate, but know this little one – your mama loves you and the God Who planned out your very days is wooing you even now with a love faithful and strong.
I love you, sweet baby. Always.