In four months~

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!