Two nights ago, Amelia woke up at 3 a.m. to eat. This is pretty normal for her, except that most nights after I feed her, I immediately wrap her back up and lay her back in her crib to go back to sleep. On this particular night, however, I wasn't feeling too tired, so I just held her in my arms in the glider as she drifted peacefully back to sleep.
How I studied her every feature in the lamplight. The curve of her nose, the thickness of her eyelashes, the softness of her skin. In the quiet of the moment, I lifted up my eyes and whispered, "Thank you, Jesus." The very next second, Amelia's eyes flickered open and shut, and she broke into the biggest, toothless smile I had ever seen.
I'd like to think that she heard me, and that she knew exactly who I was talking to. It wouldn't surprise me to know that all babies know who Jesus is when they are born - it's just up to us to keep reminding them. Otherwise, they might forget.
Take a listen to this - it does a better job of explaining what I mean and how I felt that night.
HOLLA -
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