Monday, September 27, 2010
I think I'm going to join Anita this week and tackle my master closet. I don't have a linen closet yet, so for now the linen closet is part of my master bedroom closet. The question is, do I dare to take pictures?
I'm still sorting through our BC pictures. Hopefully I'll get a few posts up of our trip. I think I'll do kind of a day-by-day rundown. There's no way I could fit everything into one post. You'd be reading all day!
I guess I'm due for a Katie update too. She's seven months already and sitting and... well I'll save the rest for later!
Time to get to work! I've got groceries to do, dishes to dry, errands to run and I should get started on that master closet too!
Hope you all have a great Monday!
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
I never could have imagined how much love I would have for this dear little baby. My heart literally is over flowing with love for her. Every night before I go to bed I tiptoe into her room to check to see that she's warm enough and to kiss her one more time before morning and each night I have to resist the urge to pick her up and snuggle her tightly. A few weeks ago I gave into temptation and picked her up for an extra snuggle. She stayed asleep with her thumb in her mouth and her doggie clenched tightly in her fist. As I stood there with her in my arms, tears slid down my cheeks. As I held my dear baby close, the smell of her hair, the touch of her skin, the contented sighs from her lips were so overwhelming. Each night when I look at Katie sleeping in her crib, I am still in awe that she is mine. I am her mother. She is my daughter. This is bond that will, God willing, last forever.
I remember when I was pregnant, probably around the four-month mark, before I had felt her kick and wiggle, that I didn't feel "connected" to my baby. I remember feeling distant and worrying that maybe, just maybe, I wouldn't love my baby. The baby that I was carrying almost didn't feel like it was mine; it almost felt impersonal. I remember crying on my mom's shoulder and she, in her wise way, told me that the love would come. She told me that I wouldn't be able, but to love the child I was carrying. And sure enough she was right. As my waistlineexpanded , and the view of my feet got smaller, and when I felt those kicks, suddenly I felt "connected." I knew this baby was mine: no one and nobody could tell me differently. I loved this unborn baby of mine more than I could say. When Katie was born, that love doubled. I didn't think I could love her more. But as each day, each week, and each month have gone by, my love for her has only grown. I could naively think that as she grows, my love will slow down, but from what I hear from "seasoned" moms... it just doesn't work like that. I know that frustrations will come and that after she's gotten into the diaper cream and smeared it who knows where, I may not "feel" like loving her, but love is not just an emotion, it's a decision and a commitment. I pray each day that I will love my daughter, not just because I'm "feeling" it, but because I'm her mother and this is what God has called me to do.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
After rushing around for a few weeks before my sister' s wedding, then rushing off to BC to enjoy the sights, sounds and people there, it's nice to not rush for a while. Granted, I'm still doing a little rushing with some catching up to do, but it's a good rushyness(is that as word?!) to have.
It's so lovely to be home, to have my own home, to keep my own home and to make my own home. Don't get me wrong, I know there are other things outside my home, but sometimes it's nice not to think about them. It's nice to just think about the task at hand and enjoy the role that God has given me.
So with that in mind, I guess I should get back to that laundry! Have a wonderful Tuesday everyone!