Yesterday was my middle daughter’s birthday. I have two born in August. Their birthdays are nine years and two days apart.
Thinking back my pregnancy with her was trying in its own way. I went to the hospital six times before she was born. The first few times my doctor was trying to prevent me from delivering because it was too early. She was supposed to be born on August 8th. That didn’t happen and after that she acted disinterested in taking her place in society.
The day she was born I went to the hospital two times. I was sent home the first time crying all the way. I said when the time comes I would have to be carried into the hospital. Later that day while watching soap operas and eating homemade chocolate chip cookies my water broke and back to the hospital I went.
Although it was pretty rough I made it through and four hours later got the first glimpse of my gift-a beautiful baby girl. When I saw her she looked like creamy vanilla pudding. I nicknamed her Puddin’ before I gave her a legal name. She was such a beautiful baby. My heart fills up with love and joy as I think back to those times.
Puddin’ is such a caring person. She has dedicated her life to caring for people who can’t take care of themselves and need constant medical attention. She’s in school studying the administrative side of health care so she can take advocacy to another level.
I’m excited to see her become all God intends for her to be as He said in Ephesians 2:10:
For we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago. (Ephesians 2:10 NLT)
Blessings my darling in the new season of your life you’ve just entered.