Monthly Archives: September 2014

You are lovely

Pushing you in a cart around the store, your little laugh carried for several aisles.

The woman and her twin 13 year-old daughters came around the corner, looking for the source of the happiness, just as I took you out of the cart.

I held you out where she could see you better, and you could see her. And you laughed and smiled.

The woman said she loved babies and she’d love another one, (I didn’t notice how her daughters reacted to what their mom was saying) but at 57 she was too old, she said. She’s only 10 years older than daddy. She enjoyed watching you smile and laugh, and then we said goodbye, and moved on.

I mentioned to mommy how much strangers enjoy seeing you, and mommy said, “I thought you knew her, from the way you were talking to her.”

Daddy often talks to strangers. And, so do you. You laugh and smile your toothless smile and engage nearly everyone you encounter.

Mommy brought her parents and you to daddy’s work for mommy’s birthday. As I carried you out of the restaurant, I stopped at a table of ladies so they could see you. You had smiled at them, and them at you, and they needed to tell daddy how precious you are, and how wonderful your smile is.

That same scene unfolds again and again . . . You make eye contact and engage strangers and then you smile and laugh.

Carrying you on my shoulders through a street festival last weekend, people stopped us more times than I could count to tell us how pretty and happy and engaging you are.

You are lovely, and deeply loved.


You’ve cut a tooth!

It’s like a small, sharp, staple in there.

It appeared a few days ago. We can hardly see it – a little tiny fleck of white on your bottom gum.

You’ve handled it well, very little teething trouble. You handle a lot of things very well.

You’re a wonderful baby. Mommy and daddy are blessed beyond words by your presence in our lives.

The legal process

The formal, legal adoption has been pushed back again, another month.

The legal issues are beyond our control but there’s still no doubt that the adoption will one day be finalized – the question is when that day will come.

So what we thought would be a mid-September finalization of the adoption, became mid-November and is now mid-December.

I’m not going to get specific here, for several reasons. So when you’re reading this, ask me why your adoption was delayed for a few months, and I’ll explain it to you.

Church nursery

Things didn’t go well this morning when we took you to the church nursery for the first time.

Mommy checked you in, and the crying started just a few minutes later.

You were just fine – but daddy couldn’t bear to let you go. You started playing the second mommy put you down. Daddy started getting teary-eyed as soon as you were out of sight. Daddy only lasted about three minutes before we had to go get you.

We waited nearly a year to have you with us, and although you turned seven months old yesterday, after being with us for just three months and a week; I can’t yet stand to let you go.

So, you came back to the sanctuary with us, and after we welcomed home our pastor (who has been on sabbatical for as long as you’ve been with us), I took you back down to the nursery. And stayed there.

I watched from the ‘guest area’ in the baby nursery as you played with toys and crawled around, and repeatedly tried to gum the face of a five month-old. After a half hour, I left you in the nursery and returned to the sanctuary for communion. After communion, I went back down to the nursery to get you as the service ended.

Mommy has worked in a church nursery, and she knows that it’s best for you, and for the nursery workers, for you to be in the nursery as young as possible, so that you get used to it. I guess you’ll get used to it a lot sooner than I will.

After your nap this afternoon

Carrying you down the stairs after your nap this afternoon, my mind began to wander.

With each step we walked down, I imagined the times you’ll come down the stairs in the future.

I thought of the first time you’ll walk down the stairs yourself.

I thought of the first time you’ll sneak down early, to see what Santa leaves you. And the first time you’ll look for Easter eggs before mommy and daddy wake up.

I imagined you walking down, dressed for your first day of school.

I thought of you walking down the stairs in your prom dress, and pausing for us to take pictures.

I imagined you waking down the stairs on your way to your high school graduation. And then your college graduation.

I imagined you walking down those stairs a final time before you move away.

And then I thought of you walking down those stairs, on your way to get married.

Then we reached the bottom of the stairs, and I carried you into the living room and put you down on the floor for you to play with your toys again.