Photographs Of You

Every time I blink my eyes I take a mental photo of you. You are my heart little man. Every smile, frown, laugh, giggle and cry is recorded in my mind. I can't get enough of you. I sit and stare at you and think of how blessed I am and how full my heart is. Sometimes I catch you looking at me. When I catch you, you smile. Only one other man has made my heart swell like that when he smiles at me. I'm thankful with every breath I breathe for the gift that I've been given in you.

Someday's I can't wait for you to hold your own bottle. I grow aggravated when you insist on being held. I become impatient because I fall victim to the demands of today's world. I don't want to be aggravated that you want me near. I love when you look at me with your sweet little eyes and smile at me. It makes my heart break when you've been crying for me to pick you up and you get excited when I do. I want every moment between us to be precious.

So, I will choose to let you grow at your own pace. I won't rush you. I will choose to slow down and enjoy every moment with you. I promise to hold you anytime you need me to. I will choose to enjoy every precious moment of the blessing I've been given.

I know one day there is the possibility that you may not want to snuggle with me. It's possible you may be aggravated with me or impatient. Maybe I'll be embarrassing to you. I hope and pray not, but understand that it is sometime a natural process of the parent/child relationship. If that's the case, I'll close my eyes and review all the mental photos and videos I've taken of you. If not, then I have all these memories to keep close to my heart.

Click. I love you!

This morning I woke up and had the pleasure of snuggling with my little man. It was great! It made my heart happy. So much heartache, yearning, tears, praying before my son came along. It reminded me of another lady I've read about who wanted a baby very much.

Hannah wanted a baby so much. One day she went to the temple and prayed. She prayed a desperate prayer. She was so emotionally involved in this prayer that the priest thought she was drunk. Hannah when confronted with this accusation explained to the priest that she was desperate for a son. The priest blessed Hannah and sent her on her way.

Hannah had her baby boy. She called him Samuel. When Samuel was old enough she took him to the temple and dedicated him back to the service of the Lord.

No, I won't be taking my son up to the church and dropping him off. I have though dedicated him back to the Lord and will train him up to put God first. As Hannah said, "For this child I prayed, and the Lord has granted me my petition which I asked of Him". I'm so thankful God has given me the desires of my heart.