I would like to say that I have been directly involved in her life since some of the very earliest stages of her existence as we know it. Isn’t she beautiful! Sara . . .
-I was so excited the day you were born; saw how anxious your mother was for you to “come out” and to meet you for the first time
-I looked deep into your eyes when you were a little baby and saw myself reflected on their glassy surface, wondered what you were thinking; were you content just to know you are loved
-I held you when you were upset and crying, felt your little chest heave against mine; we wandered outside into the damp night, you gasped the fresh, cool air and you seemed to rest with your knees curled up tightly against your stomach
-I was worried for you, really deathly scared for you because you didn’t move and I wondered if you would ever move freely again; my prayers felt so wobbly as I prayed them; Father God healed you I know because you are doing splendidly today; I thank Him
-I handed you a sour pickle to suck on; we were in our cabin and you were “flying”, balancing on your stomach; you loved that pickle and when I came back the skin of the pickle was collapsed because you had sucked out all the seeds and the soft flesh; I was proud of you; you still love pickles
-I boosted you up on all fours when you were in the “rocking stage” and I tried to help you coordinate the “rocking” with some forward motion; don’t know if it helped at all but you had it built into you to learn to crawl and you did it well
-I caught you, clapped with you and then we did it all over again, you were taking some of your first steps; they were rubbery I thought but they were progress, and you knew that
-Here I am holding you, and you are special to me the way you are; I am happy that you like small and normal things; I am happy that stacking crushed limestone rocks makes you happy; may you never lose your sense of wonder about the world; you are in God’s care and I pray that you will always desire that and that you will allow Him to be your leader; it will be good.
Much love, Robin
Sara and I
