It started in a tense moment when Taylor was startled awake and cries filled her room. I came running, in hopes that my presence would calm her. I often doubt myself as a comforter because I don’t see myself as very nurturing; so I did not expect much when I reached into her crib to pick her up. I went through my routine- trying different ways of holding Taylor to see if one of them would would ease her cries. Tired, I sat down on our rocking chair and began humming and to my surprise it worked! Her eyes began growing heavy and so did mine. I stood up and took her to my bed and laid down with her. Her head was resting on my bicep and my arm wrapped her in close to my chest. I was serenaded into a sleep by her tiny, soft breaths.
I woke up shortly after and watched Taylor as she slept so peacefully. In that moment, wrapped in my arms, I felt as though I could protect her from anything. It made me realize how much Gods loves me. How could I not love such a peaceful and innocent baby that I had a hand in creating? I know that I am anything but innocent yet God still loves me. The unconditional love that I have for Taylor made me think about the unconditional love I am shown by my Savior. God has chosen to bless me in so many ways although I am undeserving. As tears rolled down my face and sank into my pillow I thanked God for such a precious child and a beautiful wife to share her with.
I never wanted that moment to end.
From Mexico (soon) con Amor,