Lucy is one month old. At her 4 week check up she had grown 3 inches and gained one pound. She is enormous in mass and delight. She throws out the occasional smile now and the power of cute that dribbles out stops all activity for a half mile radius. I recently learned that although infants do not yet smile with the sophisticated emotion that we do, they will turn up the corners at certain engagements they find pleasurable.
For Lucy, this is reliably the painting from Lisa Walter and the ceiling fan.
I am reminded regularly of my gratitude to have her in my life. The crying, work, mess, time or money that are babies are of little real frustration. I am so glad she is here to cry on me and fall asleep with her cheeks squished into my shoulder. I'm so glad she is here to wake me up at 4:30 a.m. with her sweet puppy grunts for milk. At my first sign of impatience with the dealings of Lucy or Penn my first private thought is, "I am so glad you are here with me, even though this is annoying." When I am truly steeped in gratitude for my life, I find the outside world loses the power to be very bothersome.
Our children are supposed to make us better people. And we are supposed to teach them how to be better people than we have the strength to be.
I love her.
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5 comments:
She is absolutely beautiful!
Thank you!
She is too precious for words. I love this post. So true. So well said. You're an awesome momma!
Thank you for the reminder as I struggle through a problem with my little one. Lucy is beautiful!
@Lomagirl Congrats on your new one! I just caught up on your blog and little Sami. He is beautiful. His eyes are kind and contemplative. Much love as you work through all of his issues.
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