I don’t get a chance to post on here very often, I know. I appreciate those of you readers who still hang in there with me . Since my last post, to quickly update you- we are expecting a little boy in September! My baby girls are 1 1/2 and the stories about twins working together to create mischief is oh-so-very true. They are just a crazy bunch of joy! My little man is 3 and a crazy bunch of energy! He keeps me on my toes and my face in smiles. And now, to what brought me here to type to you all tonight- my daughter.
My sweet Aralyn Elizabeth turns 7 tomorrow.
When I was expecting with her, I was told by other mothers that having a child was like having a piece of your heart walking around outside your body. I have found this to be true with each of my children and they are all small pieces of my heart- living, breathing, flesh of my own.
Each of my children is special to me for different reasons. Ordained by God to be a perfect fit for our family. I have names for each of them that are just special ones Mama calls them. James is my Sunshine boy. He brings so much joy and fun to my heart.
Ruth is my Songbird. She is my spunky, fiery sparkler who is always humming something and singing sweet as can be.
Anna is my Grace. When she was born, she was could not breath or eat on her own. She had to be revived and survived on a breathing tube and was fed through her belly for a day or so until she started fighting and it was as if God breathed new life into her body and every day I feel His grace when I think of her. She is also the sweetest thing you will ever meet and so far, my only calm one of the bunch
But Ara. Oh my Ara. She is Mama’s heart. I have called her my heart from the beginning because every bit of who God created me in my innermost self, the essence of who I am- my heart- I see in my daughter. When I read of David and how God called him a man after His own heart, I think of Ara.
I can’t really even put into words the connection that we have. The feelings that we share. The love that we both feel for people and the deep joy we feel at the same portions of scripture or beauty of creation. So much so that I will stop trying.
My sister took these pictures. In them, I think you will see just how special this little one is to me. She is her Mama’s girl. She is my heart.
I love you Aralyn Elizabeth. Happy Birthday!