Lord, teach me to number my days. Psalm 73.
Victoria is up and snuggles content to be alone with mommy for a few minutes. I wonder if I'm doing a good job as she looks at me with familiar eyes that hold my heart.
She is a sweet, strong child who needs a loving, diligent mama. Victoria puts me to work, but at the end of the day there is nothing more rewarding than to hear the laughter of happy children.
She grins a toothless grin sheepishly murmuring how much she loves me. I hold her close and wish the moment would last forever, but it doesn't. Tick, Tock goes the clock.
I hear another child calling for me and I thank God for words spoken and understood. Ella Grace, the daughter who taught me how to pray.
She was born with hypotonia - sometimes referred to as poor muscle tone. What this really means is that all of Baby is super soft and cuddly. Synonyms for this condition are smoosh ball, teddy bear, snuggle-puss, honey-love, and so forth.
I'm tired, but I rise. I rise, so I can hear the words, "Well done my good and faithful servant."
As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth.