My brother, Tim, called from Washington this morning to announce the birth of his baby girl. As in all previous notifications, he confidently declared that she is "perfect". And I share his confidence. I'm sure she is perfect. Her mother seems to be darn close! Rebecca skated through the holidays...canning homemade gifts for everyone, hosting the collegiate brother-in-law for weeks, taking roadtrips with the family...even last night!
Her mobile flexibility seems to have allowed her to dodge the snowstorm that fell on her own roof last night. And instead of returning home this morning, she arrived at the midwife's office with 22 minutes to spare. She quickly found her peaceful place, offered the infant one gentle push of persuasion and ta-da! Larah Mikal weighing in at 8 lb 12 oz, measured 22 inches long. And in true form, mother and child are (even now as I type) going for breakfast and traveling to reunite with the other 5 children. What an amazing woman! Of course she is....she lives with Tim! Ok, joking aside, I admit that he has always been one of the greatest brothers on the planet, and now it seems he's got this "daddy-hood" thing down, too!
Congratulations to the Walker tribe! And Rebecca--have a seat, honey, you're making the rest of us look bad.
Thank You, God for tiny babies. Thank You for looking past our current struggles and seeing the "perfection" that is possible through Your Son. Thank you for loving us and calling us Your children. Thank you for abundant Life!
