Anyway, he must have some good reasons for the daily fits- falling on the floor kicking- and the regression from coming quickly when I call, from sleeping through the night, from taking solid naps....
But regardless, we are still pre-english communication and so I have little way of knowing what's going on in his little heart and a PRETTY good idea of what's going on in mine.
Some frustration, some disappointment, some anger?, some confusion, and mostly a lot of impatience. And yet over all of this goes love....
I was reading the other day about how God did all this amazing, amazing stuff for the Israelites but a few years down the road they forgot. Or at least they didn't remind themselves consciously, I'm betting it was still somewhere in their memory.
It jogged my memory, though, of some of the really incredible things He's done for me, like Isaiah. I remember the day I first felt I was pregnant. I asked God if I would have babies and I felt Him smile at me as if to say, "You don't have to worry about that."
Suddenly I had this warm sensation that I was holding new life inside of me.
Five days later the pregnancy test said PREGNANT and I cried.
Months and months later, what felt like so long to us, Levi touched our baby for the first time as he came slip-sliding out. Isaiah's first literal touch from another human being was his daddy's hands.
All these things I am so incredibly grateful for.
And at the end of a day like today, when my first baby, a complete little piece of humanity formed from the love of me and my man, falls asleep in my arms and I look at his sweet angel face, I remember.
And I feel love.
