There's a Baby in the Crib!

You'd think I'd be used to it by now.  After all, for most of the past 10 years, we've had a little one filling the crib.

As a matter of fact, the only reason we've ever moved a child out of the crib is because a little sibling was coming along who needed that space!

But even still, sometimes when I walk into our dear little nursery room, I almost catch my breath with wonder at the thought that there, lying in our crib--the dark wood one we excitedly chose and Jeff assembled when Josiah was on the way--is a baby.  Our baby.

This sense of wonder doesn't come just because this most recent baby is a girl; I've felt it with each of my babies.

It simply comes from the realization that the longing I had for a child has been fulfilled, the dream I had of my own sweet baby sleeping in that crib has come true, and out of all the families in the world God has chosen to give these children to us.  Sometimes that's all it takes to floor me.  And sometimes that feeling hits me hardest when I open the door to Moriah's room, walk in, and realize that...

...there's a baby - a real, live, given-by-God, nurtured-by-us baby in the crib!!  :)