Brielle was born five days early, June 6 at 3:50pm. I was induced because of preeclampsia, meaning I had high blood pressure. Aside from a scare due to the epidural, she was born without mayhap, small and precious. No words can describe that feeling when she slid out of me and they placed her naked, bloody body on me. This gorgeous little girl was my daughter. One of my favourite things to watch now is Aaron's love for her. It never ceases to fill me with love for my best friend.
|Picture taken by my mom during Brielle's first week.|
When I think of Brielle getting older, I think of things like reading good literature with her. Books like Les Miserables, The Count of Monte Cristo, Anne of Green Gables, The Phantom Tollbooth, Wuthering Heights, and David Copperfield. I think of listening to good music like Bach and Beethoven. I think of playing music together, teaching her how to play, playing together and all of the good times we will have together as a family. But most of all I think of teaching her about how grand God is, what an amazing God He is, showing her how sinful she is and how desperately she is in need of a Saviour, of praying for her each and every day that she would be saved, of catechizing her in the Scriptures. And when I think of that, I think of how wholeheartedly I need to throw myself in prayer upon Christ for help and guidance in parenting this little lost soul.
I hope to post here more often. Blogging helps me to think, helps me to organize my wayward thoughts and put them into coherent sentences. I do believe I am back, my blogging friends.