Chris called me at work today and I couldn't really listen to anything that he had to say because the "cooing" of Scarlett in the background was demanding all of my attention. The more she coo-ed the more my heart screamed to be holding her right at that moment.
In the six month of her existence I have held her in my arms hundreds of times, kissing her fuzzy head, praying and thanking God for her little life and the richness of the love He has blessed our family with. Even now I sit with tears swelling in my eyes, loving her more than I could have ever imagined possible. Every time that I get to pick her up out of her crib and witness the toothless smile that lights up her entire face as she recognizes me, my heart leaps, knowing that these moments will not last forever. I am so thankful to have such a blessed life.
I often catch myself at my worst, complaining about the trivial, but it is in the perfect moments of Scarlett in my arms and Chris by my side, crawling into bed and falling asleep with toys at my feet, or seeing a glimps of the father/daughter bond that has developed in just six short months, that the trivial no longer exists and all that is left is deep unexplainable joy and thankfullness.
