I love his hair, I love his little face, and I love his little fingers. One day, not soon enough, I will hold this precious little guy, kiss sweet little head, and feel his silky baby hair against my cheek. I will watch his mommy smile and see his daddy beam with pride, and I will remember a day not so far back in my memory, when I kissed another small head of darkish hair as I held a tiny bundle in my arms.
We were young, so young, but the tiny bundle we held almost thirty-two years ago was no less precious, and as Jim finds himself awestruck and filled with a brand new kind of love, so did we. He says we were brave, but I was, in some ways, scared to death as I found myself entrusted with the life and care of my very first child. There never was a prettier, more perfect baby than my first.
I am a work in the hands of the Master Potter. I pray that His fingerprints are all over me as I walk through this life. This is my journey. Thank you, Jesus, for not giving up on me.
I am mom to seven beautiful grown ups and grandma to ten beautiful grandchildren.