I rock my baby.
She's sleepy but fighting it.
I'm sleepy, longing for some good rest.
I wish I could be taking a nap in my bed.
I sing to her.
When I sing to her, I remember my first child.
And my voice quivers.
I sang to him everyday.
In the shower, in the kitchen, in the garden, in the car.
It was a way I could show him love.
I rocked him with the sway of my body.
I held him by holding my belly.
I sang to him.
I sang what I knew by heart.
I sang the Gospel to him
I sang the love of Jesus.
"Jesus paid it all, all to Him I owe..."
"More love to thee O Christ..."
"When I survey the wondrous cross...
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
that were an offering far too small;
love so amazing, so divine,
demands my soul, my life, my all."
"In Christ alone my hope is found..
No guilt in life, no fear in death
This is the power of Christ in me
From a life's first cry to final breath
Jesus commands my destiny"
My baby Kendall coos & smiles at me.
I hold her tight.
I am still sleepy.
But, I am grateful to be holding this sweet girl in my arms.