Saturday Morning

This morning, after I finished feeding the little one she stuck her tongue out at me! Well, maybe it wasn't necessarily at me, but it was definitely there. Then she went into a series of coos and gurgles. Oh I want her to be a talker like me!

Then, after he father was finished feeding her again, she started to stick her tongue out at him! She's a punk.

Ronel and I were debating finding a sitter for her during dinner tomorrow night (Valentine's Day). He, like a wonderfully romantic husband, wants to take me out to a nice dinner. We thought about calling a woman from church who offered a few times already to sit for us. Then we stopped because we realized she's single and we don't want it to come across as, "Hey you won't have plans tomorrow, do you mind if you watch Maddy for us?". Needless to say, we opted out for the sitter. So, I'll have to pump like a mad woman to make sure we have enough dinner for Maddy Rose.

I can't imagine someone so beautiful is called mine. My mornings with her are my favorite. I'm a little sad about not having them once I go back to work. However, since she's getting older, her "wake" time will increase and I'll get to have that time later on in the day. But, after I give her her morning sponge bath, she looks into my eyes and coos for what seems like forever. I talk to her. She talks to me. It's beautiful.

I hope she always knows how loved she is. Her father and I won't be here forever, which i why it is vitally important we instill in her the truth of the Gospel. God will never change. He will always be there for her, even after we are not. I'm listening to a song, "Beautiful you" by Johnny Diaz. I love the message in the lyrics. It says, "There could never be a more beautiful you. Don't buy the lies disguises and hoops they make you jump through. You were made to fill a purpose that only you could do. So there could never be a more beautiful you.. I promise you there's a man whose love is true and He'll treat you like the jewel you are". I want Madison to understand that. She is fearfully and wonderfully made by her Creator, God, who loves her more than she will ever understand. So much that He gave up His only Son to die a horrible death on the cross so that her sin may be forgiven. This truth will last far longer than the lives of Ronel or I.

Sorry about the photo. I can't figure out how to post it vertically. Hopefully you won't have a crick in your neck after turning to far to the left to check out my little rose.

Be blessed!