Dear Grace

March 13, 2007

Dear Grace,

Wow.  That's the first word that comes to mind.  You are here.  After all these months of planning, dreaming, and feeling you grow in my tummy, the dreams are reality.  I am overwhelmed as I think of it all.  This marks the beginning of a new life - your's and mine.  You are more beautiful than words.  As I stare into your trusting  face, it's impossible not to give God credit.  The way that he formed you, creating every cell, fashioning your tiny, beating heart, giving shape to your nose, and your fingers, and your lips is nothing short of a miracle.  

This is the first day of the rest of our lives, Sweet Grace.  My promise to you is to love you, keep you safe, and do all I can to lead you according to God's will.  I'm sure there will be times when you don't like me very much, but please know that I dearly love you.  I promise to pray for you every day.  You know, before you began growing in my tummy, I prayed for you.  I prayed for your creation, your safe entry into the world, and your soul.  I pray that you will know Jesus as your personal savior and live in His will.  

This day will be a day of celebration from here on out.  It marks the day God chose for you to be born.  It marks the day you took your first breaths.  It marks the day your daddy and I began the journey of a lifetime.  It marks your birthday.  This will be a special day where you will be celebrated.

Hold on, Baby, we're on the ride of our lives.

Love, 

Mama