Dearest Kaelin,
When I first saw you, I instantly cried. You were the most beautiful thing I
ever laid my eyes on. God created
you perfect for me. I could not
believe that I had a part in creating something so wonderful. As I cried, my first words to you was,
“ hi Kaelin..I love you!” I must
have said I love you about 10 times, that was all I could really get out as the
tears steadily rolled out my eyes.
As I held you in my arms for the first time, the feeling that came over
me was nothing I have ever felt before, it was a proud and amazing feeling all
in one. God has truly blessed my
life. Everything I use to wonder
and imagine about you, could never have compared to the day I actually met
you. You were better than what I
could have ever imaged. You were
perfect! God says in his word that
he created us in His image.
Looking at you is proof that His word is true! As I held you crying, your daddy came to hug us. His arms around us, our first family
hug was oh so wonderful! God
blessed me with an amazing King, and now a precious Prince. I cannot see how life could get any
better than this.
While I was holding you, you were so alert. Our eyes connected, and the look you
gave me, was like you knew you were in your mommy’s arms. I loved you when before I even met you,
but I fell in-love all over again the day I finally met you. You were only about an hour old and you
were lifting your little cone head up, trying to check out what was surrounding
you. As you tried staring around
you, your eyes would slightly shake, for it was hard for you to focus. I remember saying, “ look at him
holding his head up already!” I
was clearly amazed.
There were many people waiting to meet you on your
BIRTHday. Of course your Nana, and
grandma were there to welcome you when you first came out. Papa was waiting off and on in the
delivery room as well. Your papa
still had no clue what sex you would be, so he stayed out the room until your
birth. Not only because he did not
know, but also because the labor probably would have made your poor papa
sick..lol. I was surprised your
dad was able to handle my labor himself.
I just knew he was going to feel sick. Boy was I wrong!
The waiting room was filled with people that could not wait to meet
you. They were your uncle
Emmanuel, God dad, Great Grammy, Aunt TaNisha, Aunt T.J, Uncle Mike, Cousin
Megan, Auntie Teresa and Will. The
first thing everyone commented on, including the hospital staff, was about your
head full of hair. Everyone was
astonished about the full head of hair you had. Your God dad was the first to notice that you had big
hands. Everyone agreed on how
beautiful you are. You brought a
smile to everyone that entered the room.
My favorite memory from the day of delivery is when you were
first put into my arms. I waited
almost 10 months for that moment, and dreamed about how it would actually
be. To finally be able to hold you
in my arms was so surreal. With
all the emotions I felt, I mostly felt blessed to receive such a special gift
from God. Everything that I had
experienced throughout the last 39 weeks..the five hour labor, the back pain,
the stretch marks, the 28 pounds I gained, you kicking me at night, was all
worth it! I would not trade any of
it for anything!
Kaelin, I have been waiting for you to be in my life
forever! I always dreamed of the
day I would become a mommy. You
made that dream become a reality, and it is one of the most amazing feelings in
the world. I know as you grow, and
get older, you will never remember the day you were born, however; I will! I will never forget how those eyes
connected with mine, and how you brought tears of joy to my eyes. I promise you to always be the best
mommy I can be. By raising you in
the word, teaching you right, showing you love, and always being there whenever
you need me. I am sure there will
be many times you get mad at me, especially when I punish you. Just know it will all be because I love
you. Everything I do in life, will
always be for you. Thank you for
making me such a proud mommy!
I love you Kaelin, never forget that!
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