Can I tell you that the most wonderful way to wake up is with your precious baby nestled at your bosom. In the wee hours when my vision is still blurry and I can hear the birds singing their song outside my bedroom window, I get to hold Chase, my youngest. He is 7 1/2 months old and still nursing. As he suckles his morning breakfast, his little soft hands hold on to my fingers. There is no drug, no coffee, no diet coke (my drug of choice) that can wake me up in a better mood than Chase is able to.
His innocence that is still dancing in his soul. His thoughts are pure. In his eyes, I have hung the moon and carefully placed stars to dance and entertain him. Though he does not know what love is, he loves me with out a thought. It is natural to him to trust and love me. How precious. How lucky am I. Blessed by God to put this child in my life just when HE knew that I would need him so. My SAVIOR graced me. He graced our family. We could not love him anymore than we do.
Chase looks into my eyes and breaks away. Smiles, coos and then attaches back to me. I breath a deep breath and know that today may have it's challenges but all will be good. Life is GOoD. I am thankful.
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