Wednesday, April 7, 2010


I can’t hold my sweet little bluebird baby and not feel God. In her chubby little fingers pressed into my skin, her sweet milk scented breath against my neck…She’s everything true and just. The definition of a blessing in its purest form.
I am filled with gratitude for all the ways my God has worked in my life – but today - most specifically for this magical, warm little person that is asleep across my chest at this very moment.
God is so very good and I’m holding proof.

1 comment:

rick amendola said...

you are a wonderful mom...and have been blessed with a great little girl. and, you have keen insight to notice the things that are most important. get ready for numbr two!