Letter 21

My dearest Sprout,

I must stop reading blog posts of my friends as their words and stories fill me with a void I can only fill when you are safely tucked in my arms.  And alas, as a working mommy, I can't call out to you during working hours and see you stumble into my arms.  Instead, I live though text messages, videos, and pictures that your sitter so graciously sends to me.  I long to be teaching you God's world through crafts, books, and song.  But, it's during these lonely times when I must remind myself of the times we do share together.  You are walking now and becoming more brave with each step.  The Lord has blessed me with such a loving child.  I marvel at you as you stretch your arms out to loved ones so that they, too, can experience the miracle of you close to their beating hearts.  There is no greater sound than hearing you call for your Mama.  That's ME--I'm your Mama.

Tasked with the responsibility of cleaning out your drawers to pack the small clothes and replace them with larger items, I cried.  How is it that my Peapod sprouted so quickly?  Through my blubbering sobs, your Daddy reminded me of the blessing that comes with your growth--it means you are healthy.  We prayed nightly that the Lord would richly bless us with a healthy baby.  On December 8, He did.  He gave you to us to raise and watch grow in hopes that we would teach you about His merciful love and grace--and my Maddie Grace, we aim to do just that.  So, continue to grow my sweet Sprout. I love you at all times, not just when we are together.  Your next lesson from your Mama is coming soon.

I love you my growing sprout,

Mommy