A 1st and 4th.....

As I sit by the fire nursing my baby girl the night before Christmas Eve, I think of a newborn little boy, laying in a manger. And the sacrifice our Father made for people that would hate Him, and for people that would try to love Him, but would always be hurting Him and failing Him. And would I ever be able to fathom it? My baby?

I hold Rylee a little tighter and am thankful I don't have to make that choice. And as a Mother, I understand it completely.


Photo Sharing - Video Sharing - Photo Printing




Before I put her to bed tonight, I smelled her. Just inhaled right in the crook of her neck. And she smiled. And I explained, as if she would understand...."I'm smelling you so I never ever forget because someday, I'm gonna want this moment back, right here."



I find myself saying that to her more and more.

And I kissed. And I smelled. And I squeezed. And I breathed in every bit of her love.

I want to stop the clock and just enjoy this a little longer.


Photo Sharing - Video Sharing - Photo Printing

She doesn't know it's her first Christmas.....but I do.



Photo Sharing - Video Sharing - Photo Printing




I love her.
Photo Sharing - Video Sharing - Photo Printing I love him and I love him, too.
Photo Sharing - Video Sharing - Photo Printing I do.

Whew. Just had to get that out of my system tonight.


Merry Christmas.