The miracle of birth..that’s a phrase we hear all the time. The thing is, it really is a miracle. Our minds are too small to truly comprehend the process and creation of life. Our Creator, who “knew us before He formed us in our mother’s womb”, tells us “His ways are higher than our ways, and His thoughts, higher than our thoughts.”
Although I may never truly comprehend it, I will always be in awe of it, revere it, appreciate it, and do my best to defend, and protect it.
There is nothing that can bring tears of joy to my eyes, and fill my heart with pure love and adoration, as holding a newborn baby.
I have been so blessed. I have three wonderful kids, and nine also wonderful grandkids.
Number nine arrived on December 9, 2016. She is a beautiful little girl who has stolen my heart. Of course, so did numbers one through eight!
Mikaylee Belle. She sounds like a little southern belle. I see her in ruffles and lace, carrying a perisol in the hot summer sun, her long curls peeking out of a floppy hat.
Of course I know she will more than likely be a little cowgirl, dressed in blue jeans, and cowboy boots, her long curls, braided into pigtails, peeking out of a cowboy hat. And that is fine with me. That was just like her mama.
This little girl is so sweet, so irresistable, and adorable. I just want to soak up every moment of her babyness. I want to snuggle her. I want to stare into her big, sparkling eyes, and drown in her little giggles and smiles. She is perfection.
This new addition to our family was named after a couple of people who are so dear to me. Mikaylee is in honor of her grandpa Mike; my husband, and Belle was the middle name of my mother, Harriett Craig. Belle was also the name of her dad’s great grandma, so she carries a lot of heritage with her name.
I wish for this baby to be blessed with the purest love throughout her lifetime. I wish for her the kind of childhood I had; one with a mom and dad that was always there everyday. Meals shared together around the table. Family games played around that same table. I wish for her to know and love nature and all its beauty. I want for her the simple joys of country life. I want her to have a lifetime bond with her big brother; a friendship that withstands all storms. I wish for her to grow into a strong, independent woman full of compassion and love, and respect for others. I wish for her a loving, loyal husband and children of her own.
But more than all this, I wish for this baby to know Jesus, to grow under His love and guidance. To know His word, and to walk in His ways. I want her to know Him as her friend, to know He will never leave her nor forsake her.
Mikaylee Belle…you sweet little gift from God, you wonder of this miracle we call birth, I wish for you to know how much your Grandma loves you!
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What a wonderful tribute to your beautiful new grandaughter!