And worth the wait, if I do say so myself.
We were crazy busy yesterday and frankly, I wasn’t able to talk Tori into gallivanting outside with me for a mini-photo shoot until this afternoon.
It took me that long to twist her arm.
She has been a source of endless joy to me since she came into the world, as I cursed and thought I’d surely die from birthing, well… a baby.
I was young and foolish and for some reason was in a ridiculous amount of denial about the pain of childbirth. Reality came crashing in hard and fast.
Thankfully, it took me about .23 seconds to look into her sweet, goopy eyes and forget it all.
And she’s feisty. She’s independent. And she’d rather be shot from a canon than have anyone feel sorry for her.
It took me about 14 years of over-mothering for me to finally realize that she wasn’t like me, and even more importantly, she wasn’t mine. She belonged to God. And that He not only could but would take care of her.
And that all I could do, indeed all I needed to do, was love her, teach her about Him and trust Him with the rest.
This realization has changed our relationship. My perspective changed to one more eternal than temporal. I now do my darnedest to give her the space she needs to grow and thrive. And she does her best to accommodate my need to know, well, pretty much everything that she’s open to sharing.
She’s a forgiving girl, praise the Lord.
I think she’d make an amazing pediatric physical or occupational therapist.
Actually, I think she’d be amazing at anything.
And, as you can see, incredibly, incredibly beautiful.
Lucky girl looks nothing like her mama.
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