You can't believe how fast babies grow up. Mirae is almost sitting up on her own, she laughs, has tears when she cries, I can't believe that just four months ago she was not even borne! Our lives are just a vapor, we must use them for God and cherish what He gives us.
* Nine months in the womb *
Psalm 127:3-5 "Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is his reward. As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth. Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them: they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate."
~ My Little Sister ~
I hold her tight and sing "Silent Night", as I rock my little sister. She opens her eyes and similes, her pink cheeks get round and tight, as I rock my little sister.
She reaches up her chubby hand to try to pull off my nose and ears, as I rock my little sister. I tickle her cheek, her eyes turn bright with happiness! She laughs her precious laugh, as I rock my little sister.
Little feet bang against my chest, little toes get tangled in my hair! As I rock my little sister.
I rub her pudgy legs, she closes her eyes in satisfaction. As I rock my little sister.
Her head snuggles down in the crook of my arm. I pet her head with baby hair so soft and fuzzy. As I rock my little sister.
I wrote that poem when my little sister Noela was going to be borne. I was 12 years old. For awhile when I was younger I wrote quite a few poems, they aren't the best, but I had fun writing them!
Four months old!