So, last night Jameson slept in his basket. For most of his short life, he’s napped on the couch or in my arms, and nights have been spent snuggled between his daddy and me. But after a couple of good long naps in his very own special bed, Ryan decided we should try having him sleep there at night, too. Sadly, he did very well. Not that I’m not excited about a few chunks of uninterrupted sleep — it’s just that I like having his little face right next to mine. When he woke at 5 to eat, I decided that was close enough to morning, and let him fall asleep tucked in my arms. Have I mentioned that I love him?
I was officially exhausted last night — so much so that I never once heard Jameson stir. Ryan woke each time, changed him, burped him, walked him, and at last would bring him to me so I could feed him. (What a nice guy, huh?) But poor Ry — Jameson had his first infant explosion in the middle of the night. You know what I mean — up the back, down the legs, all over the place. Ryan, champ that he is, cleaned the baby all up and let me sleep through the whole thing.*
Today I feel like a million bucks. The sun is out, the air is crisp, the colors are gorgeous, but most of all, I’m wearing real pants. You must understand; this is the first fly I’ve zipped since May. For months now, Bronwyn and I have sported matching elastic-waisted jeans. At last, at last, I’m leaving the toddler clothes behind and joining the ranks of grown women. (Never mind that these real pants are the wrong size. We’ll work on that later.)
I’m overflowing with thankfulness. I’m beyond thrilled that He blessed us with this little man. He didn’t have to, you know. I don’t take it for granted. I’m deeply honored. And as I prayed this morning, I tried to find the words to communicate how much I love this little boy, and how deeply I cherish him — because really, he belongs to the Lord, and I assume that if the Lord is letting us steward him, then it would make Him happy to know that these stewards love their charge intensely and immensely. Wouldn’t you like to know that if you were the Lord?
One of the scripture cards I’ve been meditating on says this:
The Lord will command His lovingkindness in the daytime; and His song will be with me in the night. –psalm 42
What a gracious and loving and present Father I have. His heart is full of love for me — and it’s actively encompassing me. I want to communicate that same constancy of love to Jameson — lovingkindness in the daytime, and songs in the night. Of course, my favorite song in the night is,
Day is done, gone the sun
but we need not fear…
*A bar of Dial soap works absolute miracles!! Thanks, Mom!