How does one go about convey with words, the heartsongs within?
How can one adequately record a life-changing moment, or string of moments without dulling their shine?
Two hours I've sat here, while my children three are resting~knowing full well I should be taking advantage of the quiet with my own slumber and yet, here I pour over the snapshot memories of life's most precious stream of moments. Remembering them. Reliving them. I want to share with the WORLD what is on my heart, so brimming it is it may burst! Yet, I have pondered how to convey my thoughts, my feelings but to no avail. I will not do them justice, no matter how hard I try. Rebecca...speechless? I certainly am.
Perhaps the lack of tongue, in and of itself, conveys the abundance of my heart.
Words may come, but until then...meet our Bunkin.
Our sweet little 48 hour old girl.
Though in these photos, she was only about three hours old. Give or take.
I have loved her from the moment I knew of her being. I have loved the idea of her~the hope for her~the prayers of her long before even that. For nine months, I carried her within my womb and under my heart; Bunkin was the child of my thoughts~the name lifted up in thanksgiving and supplication~the owner of fingers and toes that stretched and rolled and tickled me~ and so I have found it difficult to call her by any other name. Bunkin she is still, in my thoughts~though more names have been added.
Sweetling and dear.
And one more: