Each time I find out I'm pregnant I'm ecstatic. I know that the newest little one will add something to our lives that we have been missing thus far. I find myself eagerly thinking about everything about them and how they'll change our world forever with only the imprint that they can make on our hearts.
When each baby is placed into my embrace I find myself immensely grateful for their arrival, that it was safe, and that they're finally here with us. I immediately feel protective and a sense of anxiety over their well being. Despite all of these natural mothering instincts that I'm imbued with, there is still an awareness that the pieces are not together yet. I love these babies that I've waited for, for 9 long months, but when they come out I don't know who they are yet. I haven't gotten to know them. Except for the miraculous in utero acrobatics that each of them display, I have not an iota of a clue as to who they're going to become.
Tomorrow morning Lyriel will wake up and we will have had her in our lives for half of a year. I cannot fully put into words the way that this sweet baby girl makes me feel. Her and her sweet smile, her and her dimpled chubby cheeks, her and her bouncy little legs, her fuzzy little head that smells like cuddles, her soft girly laugh, and her joyful countenance. She will wake up in the morning and will alight with the glow that she has for each day, bright and warm and beautiful.
We gave her the middle name Joy for her Grandma Joy whom we dearly love. Little did we know how perfectly this name would suit her. Her happiness each day, despite when she's sick, regardless of how tired she is, is purely delightful. She is one of the happiest people I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. She brightens our lives daily with her wide drooly smile and her dancing cheerful eyes.
I am completely in love with this little baby girl and ever so thankful that the Lord chose our family to bless with her presence.