Well, well ... I crocheted another tiny pair of shoes, winging the pink part as I went. (Don't look too closely.) I can't imagine they will stay on little feet for very long, but I had fun making them.
On Friday, I had a 3D glimpse of my precious cupcake. Oh, my, be still my heart! I don't know how much love one heart can hold, but mine for her is overflowing already. I see piles and piles of sugar to be had. As I watched the video that accompanied the photos, watching her suck her thumb, wave her little hands, kick her tiny feet, I was once again overwhelmed by the miracle of birth, and how anyone believes that anyone has the right to snuff out such a little life is beyond comprehension. In the words of Eunice Kennedy Shriver: "Having sure knowledge of the uniqueness and potential of the life within a mother's womb, I cannot grasp how we can righteously claim authority to destroy it."
Sugar plum came on Thursday. It had been too long since I shared her company and what a sweet day it was.
What she is wearing here, other than the little headband I made for her, is a white dress that belonged to her mother. I’ve had it on a hanger for the last 20+ years and when she wanted to play dress-up, I pulled it out and she couldn’t have looked more breathtaking in it. Her first reaction, on seeing herself in the mirror, was, “Oh, Aunt Dayle, I do look pretty, don’t I?” I assured her she was a stunning beauty.
She said she looked like she was getting married and we talked about that for awhile (my heart nearly gave out, thinking of her getting to be so grown up). My favorite passage of the day came when she said, “But first, I’ll have to fall in love, and then I’ll get married.” I told her, yes, that would no doubt come first. And then she said, “You know who I’m gonna fall in love with?” I said, “No, who are you gonna fall in love with?” Without missing a beat, she said, “My daddy.” Oh, the pure innocence of a child, and how precious that she wants to fall in love with, and marry, a man like her daddy.
You’ve heard it said, “A little girl’s first love is her daddy,” and how he treats her sets the tone for many of the relationships in her life. What a responsibility it is to be a father, and I pray the Lord will raise up more honorable and praying fathers among us.
This has been a rambling post, so forgive me. Happy weekend, dear peeps. Thanks for keeping me company here.