".... This I know.
For the Bible tells me so.
Little ones to Him belong,
They are weak and He is strong."
I have been humming this little song all evening long. While I straighten the house for the week to come.
While I pack my daughter's bag for her Day Mother.
While I nurse her.
My sweet little Baby - so tiny and yet so big already.
She will be eight months this week. It is hard to believe how fast time has been flying by.
She has started crawling now. And since Friday, she's been pulling herself up on everything possible.
Her little body must be hurting - I can see the exhaustion in her beautiful eyes, but she doesn't want to sleep just yet.
She wants to explore the house with her new found mobility.
Wants to find every cable in the house and bite it.
Wants to look and feel new textures.
I nurse her to sleep, she's so tired she barely finishes eating.
My heart is full of love for this little human being. Truly a blessing from the Lord.
I gently touch her hair, trying not to wake her up, while taking in that baby smell.
My pretty little daughter. Daddy and I are so proud of you.
We Love you.
God loves you.