Kyle is 5 days old today, and the last few days and nights have been full of not much sleep and many tears (tears of joy, love, being overwhelmed with a newfound responsibility, an awakening to the sense that I didn't know I could love a little person this much, etc). I have had too many sweet experiences to recount, however I would like to share one in specific. On Kyle's first night home with us at 2 days old, I awoke in the middle of the night to feed him when he cried. As I sat there and rocked him, he became quiet and calm as I whispered to him. I said something like this...
Monday, March 3, 2014
"Hi my sweet baby boy. I love you so so much. I can't believe that you are a part of our family now. I'm so excited to teach you so many things. Throughout my life, I have come to know my Heavenly Father and my Savior so well. As you grow I will teach you about them so you can grow to know and love them too."
But I stopped there.
Becuase all of a sudden, as I was looking down at my little boy, I realized that he knew them better than I did, since he had been with them only two days ago.
It was the most wonderful and beautiful realization.
I walked into the kitchen and found a handwritten poem on my fridge that my mom has placed there. I began to cry as I read the words...
My Day Old Child
My day old child lay in my arms
with my lips against his ear.
I whispered softly "How I wish,
I wish that you could hear."
"I've a hundred wonderful things to say"
(a tiny cough and nod)
"Hurry, hurry, hurry and grow
so I can tell you of God."
My day old baby's mouth was still
and my words only tickled his ear
but a kind of light passed through his eyes,
and I saw this thought appear
"How I wish I had a voice and words,
I've a hundred things to say.
Before I forget, I'd tell you of God...
I left him yesterday."
Posted by Jeff and Jill at 8:34 PM