A Letter To Her

My dear, sweet Leah,

It has been two months, and I still don't think my mind has wrapped around the fact that you're here with us already. I look at you and am still in awe. Your beautiful little face.....your bright eyes....your tiny, delicate hands.....your sweet, innocent smile.... I can't fathom that you came from me...that I had anything at all to do with your arrival here. It is just too much to believe.

When you sleep, I miss you. When you wake, I am excited because I can talk to you again and enjoy the company that only an infant can provide her mother. I watch you do nothing at all and am entertained. I could hold you for hours and hours and never want to get up. I cherish those times because I know that one day, you'll be too big for me to hold in my arms, and one day - my heart aches to think of it - you will no longer want to be held. So for now, I will hold you.

There is so much that I want for you. So much that I want for you to grow up to be and do. I want you to know the Lord. I want you to rest in His love for you and return that love in faithfulness to Him. I want you to be comfortable with who you are. I want you to never question your identity or want to change for anyone or anything. I want you to dream....and I want you to believe that those dreams can come true. I want you to know that you are loved. I want you to feel accepted and understood. Most of all, I want you to be who God made you to be. He has a plan for you, baby girl, and it is wonderful.

Sweet girl, I know I tell you that I love you at least a hundred times a day, but that is only because the feelings well up within me so strongly every time I look you. Those words seem inadequate, but I don't know any others that would relay the message better.

I do love you, sweet Leah.

Always,

Mama