Sunday, April 3, 2016

Just Enjoy

 

 

(I love that he puts up with my "photo shoots")
My thoughts were swirling around in October:
Be where you are when you are there.  There is a
process at play, you wont be there forever--but
at long as you are there, you are needing to be there.


The only thing you can do with time, is enjoy it.
I always want to bottle it up, you can't.  You
just get to enjoy.
Newborns make you stop.  I have felt guilty at times for not
doing something more with Cambria. I think because so much of
my life has been about "doing."  But she doesn't know any different.
Something so good about being around someone with such a kind of
expectation.  She exisits where she is and she is so much in the
present.  It continues to impact me how much an impression
we are making in her during these days because everything is new. 
She can't live in disappointment because she is in the present.

Child like Faith...she is trusting me that I will lift her head up.
I will pick her up when she cries.
I will tend to every need.
If I don't, she will die.
She has no choice but to trust me. 
To be dependent on me for all her needs.


I put her in a position and she stays there with the exception of
lifting her head.  She is so helpless.  It's almost sad to me sometimes
this picture of helplessness. 
It reminds me of those who have been paralyzed.  Maybe that seems
silly but it is a picture of utter dependence.  Maybe I need to
look like that more in my life with Jesus.
It's wild to have my girl in front me while I care for my newborn.
Watching me as I once cared for her.
















It was either Dev or Bobo who said, "this morning I woke up
so happy that I had a baby sister, I just want to squeeze her."
Now that I write that, I think it was Mr. Bobo.

 

I'm all in!!





Smiling...hard to look away. she is so intent at looking and smiling
at me.  It is also one of the only and main things she can do.
It's like she is becoming more real each day.  Evolving and
blossoming into Cambria. 

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