19 June 2010

Every New Day...

She's changing so much. I just saw a picture of her at one day old and her face is so different now. She's had her very first cold this week, and she's been much more fussy, but I've found extra patience. Where from, I'm not sure. Hope it stays around even after she's better. I never knew I was so selfish before I had an entire little life completely dependent on me. I love her so much now. :)

She's been rolling over more often. I have to watch her even more closely. Especially after falling off the couch and hitting her head, what a night! We went to the ER and they said she was fine, but it still hurt me that it happened. My little one was so scared and screamed so loud, because she had never been hurt before. Poor thing.

She's also laughing, learning peek a boo, biting things (teething? not sure.), following me with her eyes like I'm the most important person in the world, and starting to taste new foods. She hasn't really ingested much of the new solids, but I've had fun learning to make them, and she likes to lick 'em. I love the faces she makes.

Oh, and she's all of a sudden started making the B and M sounds. She's so interesting to listen to. It just clicked over night, and in the morning, instead of ahhhaaaahhhaahaaaaaaaaah, it was BabaaBBbbbaaaBaaaBaaaBaBaBAaaaah. Love it! It gives new meaning to calling God "Abba, Father!"

<3 Carla
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On Distant Shores

I have toiled for countless years and ever felt the cost, and I've been burned by this world's cold, like leaves beneath the frost. On my knees I've crawled to You, bleeding myself dry. But the price of life is more, than I could ever buy.

And off of the blocks I was headstrong and proud, at the front of the line for the card-carrying high-browed, with both eyes fastened tight, yet unscarred from the fight, running at full tilt my sword pulled from its hilt. It's funny how these things can slip away, our frail deeds, the last will wave goodbye. It's funny how the hope will bleed away the citadels we build and fortify. Goodbye!

Night came and I broke my stride. I swallowed hard but never cried. When grace was easy to forget, I'd denounce the hypocrites. Casting first stones. Killing my own.

Then You would unscale my blind eyes and I stood battered but more wise. Fighting to accelerate. Shaking free from crippling weight. With resilience unsurpassed, I crawled my way to you at last. And on my knees, I wept at your feet. I finally believed that You still love me.

~On Distant Shores by Five Iron Frenzy

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