Every night, at around 2 or 3 am Zoe wakes up to be fed. The only light in the room comes from a tiny lampshade and all the noise from the day has quieted down to a whisper. I always love this time of the day ... it's as if me and Zoe are the only ones awake and it's our special time to really take a look at each other and get to know one another. I call it the magic hour. Sometimes so much is going on during the day -- from taking care of Zoe to all my family members being around to oogle at her to just regular day-to-day stuff that I don't really get a chance to LOOK at her and to appreciate how precious she really really is. As I sway her to sleep after her bottle, I pretend we're dancing under the moon and the stars to a song only the two of us can hear. I call it the magic hour. I know most people hate to get woken up at this un-Godly hour, but to me, it's the Godliest of hours ... it's our hour! I know there will come a time very soon where she won't let me hold her this way and will want to do her own things ... so for now, I'll take as many of these magic hours as I can so I can have something to look back on for when Zoe says "No mommy ... I don't need you to help me. I can do it myself." or "Mommy -- can you give me a little privacy please?" or something like that =).
Again, last night (or technically, this morning's) magic hour just reminded me how truly blessed I am to be holding this little miracle in my arms. To have her look and me and love me and want me to never ever let her go. Being a mother to a child is so incredibly beautiful and I am so very honored that I am a mother to this child. Thank you Jesus for loving me this much!!!!
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