My sweet, silly little Naomi. You are my joy. You live up to your name every day of your life, and not a single day goes by that I do not thank God that He intrusted you to me. You can fill a room with joy and laughter like no other, and your sweet nature is so endearing.
I could write for hours all the things you do that bring a smile to my face. Everything from your inability to keep clothes on, which on more than one occasion has made me laugh when I suddenly see a naked bum running through the yard to the way you try and console Ruth when she cries, telling her "it's OK" in your sweet little voice.
Naomi, my heart breaks for you. You are such a special girl, one so full of life and love, and one that struggles so hard in such basic ways. I pray day and night that the Lord will make me wise in how to be a mother to you, how to help you grow into the women He has created you to be, because I am daily at a loss. I want to fix everything, make it all better, and break through your shell and show you the world.
God is faithful Naomi, He is there with us on the mountain tops, when we have moments of clarity and when He allows me to see how clever you truly are. He is there with us in the valleys, when fear still grips you, when you can't express yourself, and when your emotions get the best of you. He has brought our family so far in two and a half years, taught us all so much, and allowed so much progress already, and has given plenty of hope that things will be OK.
My joy, my Naomi. God has blessed me in allowing me to be your Mommy, and no matter what life brings, you will always be my little girl, and I will always love you.
No comments:
Post a Comment