Nora

It's a Girl
an Angel
a little Beauty
and I am madly
in Love with her

Maile made this for me. I love it. I love her. I love Nora. I love, love, love. Because it is true.

When Henry was two months old, I thought, I think there is another one. A little girl. Of course I told myself that this was the thought of a crazy woman who couldn't let go of her childbearing years. Maybe that's true. But the nagging little girl voice in my head would not go away. She kept reminding me that she was there. Even as I said "I can't be pregnant again. I refuse. Maybe if we adopt I could do it".






















Even as I loved and smooched and doted on my little Henry, I felt this pink little presence at the back of my mind. So when the test gave me two lines, I knew it was a girl. How could it not be what with all her effort to warn me ahead of time?

And what a presence she is. Nora is 3 months old. And in 3 months I have learned once again our great capacity to love, and to love many at once. I have been reminded that a little baby crying, when she is your own, is the sweetest sound there is. Because it means she is here, and she is yours. Well, kind of on loan from Heavenly Father, (so I'd better do a dang good job), but mine nevertheless. I usually avoid being overly sentimental, but I am so in love with my little baby. And she is 3 months old.

And that is a reason to celebrate.