I love having a newborn in the house. I don't mind the occasional fussiness, the middle of the night feedings, or the dozens of diaper changes each day. This is still my favorite time. This child was, just a matter of weeks ago, in the presence of my Father in Heaven. There is a feeling that comes into my home when a new baby comes to our family that is like no other feeling on earth....because it is a heavenly feeling. Something celestial, or at least what I think "celestial" will feel like. I have always loved these lines from the William Wordsworth poem "Ode":
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Newborn Joy
I love having a newborn in the house. I don't mind the occasional fussiness, the middle of the night feedings, or the dozens of diaper changes each day. This is still my favorite time. This child was, just a matter of weeks ago, in the presence of my Father in Heaven. There is a feeling that comes into my home when a new baby comes to our family that is like no other feeling on earth....because it is a heavenly feeling. Something celestial, or at least what I think "celestial" will feel like. I have always loved these lines from the William Wordsworth poem "Ode":
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I've been thinking about how different kids become as they grow up. We wouldn't want it any other way, of course - I mean, eventually they need to be ready to leave! But my baby just turned 4, and I am really, really missing that Newborn Joy you describe so well.
So sweet.
I too love the newborn days. I feel like it is a bit of heaven on earth! Wish I could pop over and hold her. She is beautiful!
I wish we could slow it down. Marley is already 9 months, and I just want her to stay the sweet portable little bundle she is. Babies are hands down the best thing in life.
Beautiful. Just like her mother.
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