I worried a little about how quickly I would bond with Amelie. It took me a couple of days after the boy was born to realized that I truly was his mother. He seemed such a strange little imp.
So I worried a little. Not a lot.
The Lord has seen fit to bless me with several humongous blessings in my life. The first of which was having amazing parents. That really set the stage for a great life. Then he sent me Ben. I never had to date much. We met in high school. After nine years of hoping and praying, I got to experience childbirth with Thomas who was a miracle in and of himself. And then, after much more waiting, he let me be present at the birth of my daughter.
I tell ya, it's really something to be on the other end of the birthing table, especially when it's your own child.
I fear I will never be able to articulate what it was like to be in that room when Amelie made her entrance. But I can tell you this.
From the moment her little head popped out, I was in love. Slobbery, gushing, head over heels, in love. And it seems to get more intense with each passing day.
I'm really quite a mess.
She had me at hello. And I don't think I'm the only one.
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