I Can't Believe You're Mine
My sweet Lillian Hope, You are eight months old, and each day when I look at you, I'm filled with wonder. Recently, Daddy and I heard a song ( When We Were Young ) that perfectly describes how I feel about being your mama. Eight months later, I look at you and I still can't believe you're mine. You are so beautiful, so precious, so full of joy and gentleness. I have been given two amazing gifts, and I guess that somehow, even though I knew I would love you, I didn't realize that you would totally knock my socks off! I just can't believe that the Lord has blessed me with you. I've experienced the joy of parenting and the overwhelming love a mama has for her child, but, until you started smiling, I never fully understood the term "bundle of joy." And there just isn't a better term to describe you. Sometimes in the middle of the night I can see your precious grin through the darkness of our bedroom. Even though you can't possibly see me we...