Mom. Writer. Speaker.
She has prayed for her. This I know. This I feel.
Brooklyn must have known it too. Their connection was real. I saw it. They felt it.
So much Faith in that creased face, in those innocent eyes.
A beautiful union of wisdom, hope.
Devotion holding tight to complete Trust. Trust grounded by dedicated Devotion.
Five generations coming full circle to illustrate all He has done. All He can do.
All I hope to be.
She hates laying on her back and usually screams when you change her diaper.
She loves sleeping on her side and gives me a nice 7-hour stretch at night.
She eats like a champ, but spits up. A LOT.
She is fussy for a good hour after she eats, but as long as you keep her upright, she chills out.
She loves noise and sleeps right through the chaos of two very busy sisters.
She smiles and coos, but usually only when looking at ceiling fans and right before she spits up.
She wakes up VERY hungry and has the most adorable complaining cry. (I admit, I often wait to feed her for a few seconds just so I can hear it. 😉
She loves her sisters and tolerates all of their rough lovin’ very well.
She actually enjoys tummy time and has been known to take a little snooze while on her stomach (gasp!)…
She likes it when you rub her head, hold her hands, and sing softly in her ear.
She has the softest, warmest cheeks that are beyond kissable.
She is Brooklyn. And we love her just the way God made her.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
Psalm 139:14 (NIV)
What an amazing week. There is a spiritual war going on around here, and after tonight, God is totally winning. So much to share — about Brooklyn, about prayer — but I don’t quite have the time or energy tonight, but I will. I have to. I promise.
For now, I leave you with a haiku I wrote earlier this week thanks to the encouragement of my blogging friend Stephanie. It sums up what I experienced — not once, but TWICE! — in the last 5 days. Absolutely amazing.
Hands on my belly
Silence. (Tears) Warmth. Peace. Power!
Strength for tomorrow
Happy Father’s Day to a man who would literally do anything for his girls, whether that means putting on some Mickey ears, making holiday crafts, whipping up pancakes every Saturday morning, or reading Fancy Nancy fifteen times in the course of a week.
A man who is more than a father, but a Daddy that will kiss the owies and get right in there and be a part of their little lives.
A man who I completely trust with the precious hearts of our girls.
I love you, sweetie, for the man that you are to our children and to me. We are so very blessed to have you as the only man in our lives!
