Today was a good day. I usually try not to spend much time on the computer blogging on Sundays… hence Silent Sundays. Sunday is our family day and we go to church as a family and love our daddy up before he leaves again for work. Today, I wanted to share some sweet moments from our day, so I’ll make an exception. Josh & Ella are eating supper, so I had a brief window of opportunity to blog.
The first time I saw Ella today was at 12:19 this morning. We’re still sleeping with a monitor on (until she’s used to her big girl bed) and we heard her crying out early this morning. When I went in to see her she was standing in the middle of her room with one bunny under her arm in all of her footy-pajama goodness. She told me she had fallen out of her big girl bed and had to use the table to pull herself up. She demonstrated in the dark how she had fallen and gotten up. I reminded her that when we fall down, we have to get back up and get back into bed. I tucked her in, checked for bumps and bruises, found other bunny and kissed her goodnight. As I was closing her door she said, “I’ll try to be careful.” Precious, right?
(Just now as I was writing this post Ella complained about her sock. She then said, “Mom, I’m not mad at you. I’m just mad at my sock!”)
Okay… back to blogging. Ella was the first one ready this morning and looked precious in a black sweater dress with white tights and her t-straps. I’m sure you’re thinking, “white tights… I saw hearts.” Well, when I went into her room to gather her up as we were leaving she was sitting in her bed blow-drying her baby’s hair and she had pulled her pj pants on over her tights. As evidenced by the picture below. I had to explain that we can’t wear ‘jamas to church.
We had to be at church a little early for drama practice this morning (Josh, Cory, K & I are in the Christmas Musical on 12/7 if you want to come!!). Ella of course was clingy and didn’t want us to practice without holding her. Josh (Jesus) was healing me (sick person) and I was reaching up to him. Since he was holding Ella and I was reaching my hands out to him (her), she dove into my arms. Okay… this was so thought provoking to me. The thought that filled my mind was that Christ had healed my heart by giving her to me once before. I’m sure that I should have been more focused on the task at hand, but I really just wanted to hold her a little longer.
I hope you don’t think I’m totally indulgent or wonder at the disjointed nature of this post or any other. It is Thanksgiving week and I am thankful for my home and my family; for my salvation in Jesus Christ and the salvation of a tiny baby girl. For those of you who don’t know, Josh & I struggled with infertility problems before having Ella and she was, and is, an answer to fervent prayers. I am forever thankful for the vast number of those lifted on our behalf. Sometimes I wonder if I dote on her a little too much, or indulge her a little too often. Is she spoiled? Maybe, but she will never, ever question whether or not she is loved. I think sometimes that those who struggle to have children, those who yearn and pray for a little one, have one more reason to love the ones they are given. I will never take for granted the happiness this sweet child brings to my life daily. Every little word she speaks, every sweet little gesture she makes… make me love her all the more and remind me of the savior who loaned her to me. Remember all of the wonderful ways you’ve been blessed by our Heavenly Father during this Thanksgiving season and prepare your hearts for the upcoming Christmas season where we will honor the ultimate blessing of His Son.
