When Clara wakes up from a nap, I stand at the doorway and quietly watch her, waiting for her to notice me. I love to watch her play after she has been asleep. She rolls around the bed, lifts her head and chest off the mattress and looks around, studying everything as if she is seeing it for the first time. She pushes her knees under her body while on her tummy, makes raspberry noises, and then rolls and flops onto her back. When she finally notices me, her eyes light up, she grins from ear to ear, and her body language insists that I come near and touch her. It is like a magnetic force drawing me there. There is no way I could stop and turn away from her sweet baby scent, plump little legs, and her chubby cute baby face. A baby to love and hold is the sweetest joy I have ever known. Nursing her brings us both such utter contentment. It is easy to see why children are a gift from the Lord. There is nothing He could give me (other than the joy of my salvation) that would bring me greater joy in this life.
As I write this, Clara is taking a nap. I eagerly look forward to the end of her nap so we can go snuggle together and tell each other how much we love one another!
Marla
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