My first cuddle of her was a couple of days after she had been born. She was a premmie, and needed some assistance for life in the beginning. I remember clearly the first night she got to stay in the same room as me while we were in hospital. I held her close, rocked her gently and wondered about who she might become. I was thankful for her safety after such a rough start. Now the things that I pondered are reality. |
Today has been a difficult day, and so was yesterday, and the day before that. Many days are. I ponder again, in the midst of the chaos of teenage years, and hope. Quietly hope, that this isn't the last we will experience of each other. That somewhere in the chaos, is God shaping her to be something more than I can imagine could be possible now. I hope. And I pray. Just as I have, since the first night I held her, rocked her, and pondered . . . .