My little baby is growing up, faster than I can even manage to keep up.
With everything that has gone on since she was born, I really feel like she couldn't possibly be this old already.
Nine months!? Really?
Noooo, she's a small infant still, isn't she? ISN'T SHE?
I'm clearly not coping well, someone bring me wine... or a glass of cold water, cold water will do.
Oh Lord, I just scrolled back up and looked at her sweet face again, those cheeks, those eyes and that smile. Sigh, what a little lady she is becoming already.
Coincidentally, I'm actually running on time around here this time. This is it, this is the latest set of photos from her, I have nothing else to catch up on.
Lately it has only been photos of the kids, mostly her, because that is the only thing I'm doing.
She's a different child than her brother was, she needs me more, wants me more and so I give her me, as much as I can. I haven't swept in weeks but the baby is happy, I think that means I'm doing pretty good around here. Save the dust bunnies! Or that's how it looks in the hall...
As for being behind, we ended up missing baby dedications at church the last two rounds, so when this round came up I made sure I blocked the schedule. No hunting! No working! No trips! This baby is getting dedicated this time!
See, my husband is to blame, all that was directed at him. And he made sure he didn't plan anything this time around.
We also had our son dedicated, even though he's 6 years old now. We weren't actively involved in a church at the time he was born, we were going through our own season of change. So I went ahead and had him bundled in with his sister.
Of course, when the day came, he ended up having this HORRIBLE raspy cough. I knew it was his allergies, but no way I could leave him in the class of healthy children sounding like he was going to cough up a lung.
Essentially we had to dedicate and dash. My poor parents got up early and dressed for church just to see us dedicated and walk out.
I was just trying to be a responsible parent.
I recall thinking the whole time, "Please don't cough on stage. Please don't cough on stage." And he didn't. But his sister decided to dive from her father to me and kick her brother in the head a dozen times on the way by. I was prepared for a bad reaction, but he simply brushed his hair back down and kept smiling, what a champ.
Their dedications were wonderful! Over Maeve, he [Our Pastor] declared Zephaniah 3:17, "The Lord your God is with you, the Mighty Warrior who saves you. He will take great delight in you; in his love he will no longer rebuke you, but will rejoice over you with singing." And the word he spoke over her was, Delightful, which she is. I honestly couldn't describe her better if I tried.
And over Israel he declared 2 Corinthians 3:12, "Therefore since we have such a hope, we are very bold." And the word he had for Israel was Bold. Again, I can only smile and think, "Yes, that's my son. He's certainly bold."
That boy doesn't know a stranger, he wants to be friends with every kid he meets. And look at the glasses he picked? I tried to suggest some nice, neutral tortoise shell brown ones. You know, a safe color. But he wanted BLUE. He tried on 6 different blue pairs before he settled on that color. I don't tell my kids what they must get when it comes to what they wear, I try to let them pick and let them be themselves (The boy, the baby doesn't get a say until she can speak). He is always drawn to bright colors, I guess he's his mother's son. If he was his father's son, it'd be black, gray, navy and very dark gray.
And man, if I'm shocked that the baby is 9 months, well 10 months now actually, I can hardly believe that he's 6. I see the younger photos of him and oh, my heart aches. Sometimes I feel like the chaos of life has robbed me of moments with my children. There isn't enough time for it all!
These kids don't slow down and frankly, I am honored that I get to experience life with them and their father. I would not have life any other way.