Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Clara - The Director's Cut
Clara at birth. Look how peaceful she looks. She's sneaky like that.
In the morning our fireball of a baby girl will be eighteen months old. I'll take her to get shots, to be weighed and measured. Then on Thursday we'll tame her mullet, dress her up, pin a bow in her hair and do portraits. They'll take 100 shots, and we'll pick one. One shot of her looking sweet, and smiling, and if we're lucky, a bit of her spunk will show through. And we'll put it in a frame. Our pretty girl. Because she is beautiful. And sweet. Sometimes she really is sweet.
But these pictures. These are the real thing. Of the girl who makes me pull out my hair, and makes my heart do somersaults of joy.
I can't believe I've only known her a year and a half.
An entire year and a half. The time seems wrong, too short and too long all at once.
I just keep thinking how quiet our home must have been before she joined it.
And how incomplete.
And I am grateful. Overwhelmingly grateful that God gave me the chance to be her mama. And for the extra patience and wisdom He surely knows I will need for the job.