Eight years (and twelve hours) ago, Doug and I saw the face of this sweet girl for the first time. We didn't even know exactly what we were going to name her at the time, and, to be honest, she seemed like a stranger. I must confess that I was a bit afraid. How would I ever learn that face? How would I ever be able to pick her out from a group of babies? How could I be a good mother if I didn't even really know my own baby?
But, she knew us! I'll never forget being awakened in the middle of the night by a cry down the hall. A nurse was rolling a baby to a room, and somehow I knew that baby was mine. Somehow, I knew that cry. I called out, "It's okay, sweetie! Mommy will feed you!" She immediately quietened! She knew my voice - after just over 24 hours, she knew my voice! She knew Doug's voice, too. At barely two weeks old, she would excitedly turn her head when she heard his voice.
And now she's eight. She's showing signs of wanting to do big girl things. She asks lots of questions and tries so hard to learn.
It seems as though it's passed in the blink of an eye - and I'm sure the next eight years will as well.
She is our creative child, putting things together in ways I never could.
She loves to draw and color, wants to learn to sew, and is learning to cook.
She loves to be a helper, and loves to serve others in so many ways. She's trying to learn how to do that in such a way as to be sensitive to those she's helping.
Her favorite color is still purple, and Bunny and Blankie are still around and loved on daily.
She adores her brother and sister, and loves home schooling because she can be home with them.
Happy, happy birthday, my precious Olivia. May you grow in the Lord in all you do this coming year. Lord, help us to raise her to love, honor, and serve You in all she does. Please grow her inside and out and give us wisdom to train her up.
We love you, Olivia!