Yesterday I got to change Scarlette's diaper. The nurse was commenting on how comfortably I was interacting with her, she was mentioning that many mothers of the teensy tiny babies are afraid to touch them b/c their bodies seem so frail. This makes total sense to me.
But for me, it didn't occur to me to be afraid to touch her. I just want to touch her every chance I get. I realized yesterday that in the midst of all my other emotions, I feel complete. That I was missing something before. I feel as though this is who I've been waiting to be all along.
That I've always been meant to be Scarlette's mommy.
He settles the barren woman in her home as a happy mother of children. Praise the Lord. Psalm 113:9
