Today, 15 years ago, I welcomed my first daughter into the world, with open arms. Once we made it through the initial few months of breastfeeding and adjusting to being a working momma, she was an easy, laid back toddler. (nothing like Rachel!) She didn’t walk until after her first birthday — she was content to just have me carry her around! She talked early, and prolifically. *still true today*
Although not as headstrong or as outspoken as her younger sister, she’s just as determined, in her own quiet way. Blessed with a gift for singing and public speaking, I admire her natural ease at appearing in performing for others. There’s nothing I love more than to hear her laugh, or sing.
The road to young womanhood has not been easy for either of us, but, in time, and continued prayers, I think it will become a little less difficult to travel.
Abigail, you may never read this, but know that I love you, am so proud of you, and admire the young woman you are becoming.
3 Behold, children are a gift of the LORD; The fruit of the womb is a reward. 4 Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, So are the children of one’s youth. 5 How blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them; They shall not be ashamed, When they speak with their enemies in the gate.
(I’ve used this before, but it bears repeating!)
Since she’s a songbird, she’s inspired me to spotlight St Cecilia. A Roman virgin, she was promised in marriage to Valerian. She fasted, wore sackcloth, and ended up converting her husband, as well as over 400 hundred more. She survived an attempt by the local prefect to suffocate her in a bathhouse, as well as a failed beheading plot. She died 3 days later, and was buried by Pope Urban. She is considered to be the patron saint of musicians.