|Sophia and friends at her Mom's Day Out birthday party.|
When the nurse first brought Sophia to me, I was just coming out of a deep sleep. I focused hard on what the nurse was saying as she handed me the tightly wrapped bundle. I asked, “Is everything ok?” I remember saying, “She is beautiful.” I wanted to hold her and keep her, but my arms weren’t responding to my thoughts and the nurse whisked Sophi away before my mouth could say the words.
I was totally out of it - but that blurry memory is so clear, deeply embedded.
There are many more memories after that one:
The first night we brought her home,
doctor’s visits . . .
lots of “firsts” - eating, laughing, speaking, walking, playing, friends.
All are starting to fade and I keep thinking that I need to
write more down,
take more pictures,
shoot more video . . .
She’s 3 - our little Princess, only 3 years old. So, why do I feel as if a whole lifetime has gone by and I missed 90%? I was there, but not enough registered, and I missed it.
Can we dare to imagine that God, The Great Parent, doesn’t miss one second. He holds it all - every moment of Sophia, of me, of you. . . and takes Joy in Knowing!
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