Well, little e is one today. What a year it has been-- the most full on twelve months of my life. In some ways it has gone super fast, and in some ways it is hard to remember or imagine our life, pre-baby. She has been an amazing blessing to our lives, and we constantly thank God for her little life.
I thought I would share a poem (oh no! get away while you still can!) that I wrote the night after she was born. I am not a poem writer, but I just felt compelled to write in some way about the way I was feeling. The girls, the most precious people in my life, were at the hospital, and I was alone at home trying to come to terms with it all.
What risk to love so much-
to let my jewels lie on the rocks,
where an ocean blind could let them fall
and leave them lost in a blind mans' wake.
What fear and dread to strike me dumb-
to know power slips through my fingers,
to take from my hands the power of my loves' limbs
and leave me a spectator to hold my breath.
What relief to know such love-
the rushing water that flows from your well,
the wave that gathers under its' wing
those it loves to never fall.