Thursday, May 13, 2010
This past weekend, my baby girl was baptized.
My heart was so full. In the only quiet moment of the day, as I was helping her get dressed, I paused for a minute. I held my Hannah and told her how proud I was of her, and how much I truly loved her. She didn't fidget, play with my earrings, or roll her eyes - as she is sometimes fond of doing. She looked me square in the eye, and I felt our souls connect. She threw her arms around my neck, and pulled back with tiny tears on her cheeks, matching my own.
"I love you, too, Mama," she whispered.
It was a moment I will never forget.
This is truly the joy and rejoicing in posterity.