The day I arrived home from the hospital, I opened a present from Nannie - amc's grandma. There were a few darling items for Savannah and she had also included a sweet poem. It touched my heart and gave me an understanding of the miraculous reality of this day old baby girl.
I've had moments of feeling completely overwhelmed and helpless. And I remember a few times when those feelings were coupled with frustration. And just as quickly as I wanted to vent that frustration, I remembered the miraculous reality that Savannah truly is. A few Sundays ago, we gave our baby girl a name and a blessing. Amc did a beautiful job. He told her that she was dearly loved by her parents. It was sweet and promising. Afterwards, amc leaned over to me and had a solemn, sincere tone in his voice as he whispered, "She isn't ours". My chest and throat tightened as I nodded my head to agree. It's so true.
I am here to love her. Teach her about her Savior's gospel and His beautiful plan for her life. To help remind her of the love that her Heavenly Father has for her. And how much He absolutely adores her. She is His precious baby girl. And we are so lucky to have her. Being her mother has shaped my life and has set me on a path that will keep me feeling forever grateful. Each day, she gives me the chance to love even greater. Strengthen my patience through serving. And beg for help from the Lord to guide my decisions and bless me with understanding. I have realized that I need her in my life to become the type of woman, wife, and friend that I so desperately want to be.
Savannah's first photo in her new home
My day old child lay in my arms
With my lips pressed against her ear
I whispered softly, "Oh, how I wish--
I wish that you could hear
I've a hundred wonderful things to say
(a tiny cough and nod)
Hurry, hurry, hurry, and grow
So I can tell you about God"
My day old baby's mouth was still
And my words only tickled her ear
But a kind of light passed through her eye
and I saw this thought appear --
"How I wish I had a voice and words
I've a hundred things to say
Before I forget --I'd tell you about God
I left HIM yesterday."
Carol Lynn Pearson
Yours truly, Me