A couple of weeks ago, maybe a week ago, I was up earlier than usual and earlier than I wanted to be. The sound of our newest family member was ringing out from the crib and I decided to proatively prepare for her feeding. I went downstairs and fixed a bottle while praying that she might go back to sleep. However, Emma decided that she was not going to sleep, but instead she was going to eat an early breakfast or an early morning snack.
As I sat feeding her, this moment of fatigue turned into a very special and tender moment. She ate just a little bit at first. Not really doing a whole lot with the bottle except moving it from side to side in her mouth. As she fussed with the bottle, I began reading from my Bible that I brought upstairs. After about 10 minutes or so, Emma had calmed down and began to drink her milk. After another 10 minutes she had fallen back to sleep with a smile on her face.
Just as I was getting ready to lay her back down, she seemed to grab on to my shoulder and my shirt and lay her head on my chest. Her little face was bright and she appeared to be smiling and quite content. It's hard to describe, but it was a moment worth waking up for at 4:30 am. It was a moment that just touched my heart and reminded me that being a dad is awesome.
The truth is these are the moments we live for, moments when a single hug, a smile, or even a kiss take flight and change our whole day for the better.
Titled after my first book of poetry, this blog follows with a vast array of stories of hope, joy, grace, sorrow, success, thoughts and prayers. I hope to remind myself that it is okay to not know how all the notes make up the song, and to inspire others that sometimes the seemingly random is not random at all because the Truth is, we aren’t writing the score— He is. And because He is, we can just play the notes and trust that the song will be Victory
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