My last baby was born on December 8, 2008. Today she is two and my heart aches so! She still loves to nurse, which was one of my prayers after husband told me of his vasectomy decision. If you've been with me for awhile in the blogging world, you know (but probably forgot) that she took a whole month to learn to nurse, making her first month of life one of the most stressful months of mine. But God provided. She learned. So grateful I was, I got down and worshiped my loving heavenly Father, right there on the floor.
Then, in winter 2009, my husband's vasectomy decision was announced.
Lord, may she not wean early. May we have many, many more months of night and daytime nursing cuddles.
Again, He provided. At two, she hasn't the slightest interest in weaning. As sad as I am today, I can thank God for that.
When you've got another miracle growing in your tummy, two is a happy day. At 44.5 years old, I'm an old woman for sure, but my body can produce another bundle of joy, so perhaps this is some natural yearning I'm having.
Anyhow, I love this little girl so much it hurts! She is such a delight.....such a blessed surprise. Someday, she may look at my wrinkled face and perhaps want a younger Momma. I'll have to count on the Lord's grace to see me through that, just as I have to for every glimpse in the mirror these days.
For now, Miss Beth and Momma are a happy pair.
Her first two years, in pictures: