Friday, April 4, 2008

To Annabelle

Oh sweet Annabelle, how loved you are. I can picture your little face in my head, at least what I imagine it may look like, and it makes me smile. What a beautiful baby girl! Our family considers you a part of it already and my little girl already talks of her friend by name. She had the opportunity to play with some of your toys the other day and expressed her approval. Your little baby Aubrey has now been renamed Boo, but of course you are at liberty to change it to any name you wish. I look forward to being able to hold you if only I am able to tear you away from your Mommy's arms.

You have been blessed with wonderful loving parents who will do anything for you. The challenges put before them are great but the thought of your sweet presence is one that makes every step of the way a worthwhile journey. I know you will return their love in great quantity with a simple smile or laugh. Your Mom and Dad have already touched so many lives around them by witnessing their desire to make your life a wonderful one. They continue to be an example of God's great love and grace, even through their heartache. Oh how I love them dearly.

It's difficult for me to write this without totally breaking down in tears. You see, that's what a love so deep does. The type of love only given by our God who so loves us. It cuts right to the heart and humbles even the strongest man. Thank you for being an example of His love for all His children, especially me.

3 comments:

CNM said...

Lindens have a bless-ed friend in you .

Holly said...

Yes we do. You're killin' me Mama. Miss Belle cannot wait to meet her older cousins, Aunties, and Uncles. Someday she will be blown away by the outpouring of love so many have shown for her before she was even born. Thank you Auntie Marci & Cousin Serena for brightening one of the darkest days I've ever had. They keep getting brighter!

Holly said...

I love you too Aunt Marci!!! I wish you the happiest of birthdays from the Annabelly! My Mom & Dad can't wait for me to meet you. I can hear them talking about it.

Love, Annie