What the heck? How did time go by so fast, already. I can't believe that Emmelyn is already four weeks old (tomorrow). It makes me want to cry.
I can across this poem like thing the other day and I just love it:
A Mother's Midnight Prayer:
Lord, Help me remember, when I feel it's a chore the time will come when I'll hold her no more asleep on my chest (the crib refused the blanket, the pacifier, gone unused). What better place is there to lay her head than against my heart, my arms her bed? For infants grow up and leave us behind with only memories left to remind us of midnight walking and predawn rocking, of soft, helpless babies unable to sleep. So, Lord, make me patient and keep me awake while I cradle this child, and don't let me take for granted the moments I spend in the night with this baby -- Your gift, my joy, my delight.
Well, my parents made it into town last night and we're so glad to have them here! Now, we're waiting on my brother and his family, who are currently on the road, to arrive. Then, we're BBQ'ing for dinner, yum!