Let the Games Begin...

Henry took his first intra-state trip today. Intra-state? Interstate? I don't know. The point is, he went to New York today. Buffalo, to be exact, to drop off his Mama Lulu at the airport. Henry passed out on this trip with his head sinking to the left and right in uncomfortable looking, contorted positions that seemed to not bother him a bit as he snoozed on through. On the way back, we pulled over and fed him and had a diaper change at an old car dealership. Although he was not happy to be stuck back in his seat, as soon as the car started moving, he passed out once again. Miracle!

I won't delve into too much detail about the dropping off my mom part except to say that there were plenty of tears and she is a wonderful, wonderful woman. But you already knew that, I blogged about it yesterday. Suffice it to say, that she landed safely in Jackson and is on her way to Ruston to be reunited with my Dad.

Now it's Adam, me, Henry, and Powers. Tonight we had chips & salsa and then brownies and ice cream for supper. Oh yeah, and left-over dilled carrots. Listen, we were emotionally spent- we had to have an junk-y supper. We took a long walk and talked about this season of life and what our days look like now. Being a mom is both the most exhilarating and terrifying thing I've ever done in my life. There are moments where it seems so natural and so comfortable. There are moments when fear sneaks up and I am desperate for the peace of God to calm my anxious heart. Nothing has made me crave the presence of the Lord like having a child. Nothing has made me more desperate for wisdom and contentment that I know can be found alone in abiding in Him. Nothing has made me more aware of my need for Jesus...and that is such a beautiful place to be- helpless but sure of where my help comes from.

Henry James in the O.R., moments after birth

It is messy- being a mom, my heart, my emotions. But what an honor, what a love to be given. It is precious. I pray that I savor each second...that I don't wish away any moment, no matter how hard. That I would be grateful, thankful, joyful, and ever mindful of the grace that I've been shown.