Hence the lack of posts, as I can't seem to keep my brain still long enough to record anything.
Yet. There is one thought that I find myself coming back to again and again. And it all revolves around an indescribable thankfulness when I think of my little girl, Alana.
But first allow me to back up a bit...
Ever since I was a baby, my Mom has bought and/or made me a Christmas tree ornament. After a couple of years, my Nana joined in on the fun. So when Jet and I got married, I came equipped with enough Hallmark Holiday Flair to outfit a 12 ft evergreen tree.
When Charis was born, it was only natural to continue with the tradition. So each year, the girls get all giddy unwrapping their own personal ornaments from when they "were little".
(Note to my incredibly intelligent readers who will want to start this cool tradition: make sure you use a permanent marker to write their initials and year on the bottom. helps to eliminate sibling rivalry over who Frost the Snowman really does belong to)
Well, this year I found the perfect ornament for my little Lani...
Many of you will remember that when she was born, her umbilical cord had two knots. knots that were incapable of being pulled tight because of the thickness and elasticity of the way-healthy cord. And therefore, rendered unable to do damage.
My midwife said she had guardian angels on her shoulders. Because in all reality, outside out heavenly intervention, she should not be with us today.
And it's here that my over-active mind will pause.
Every single day of this holiday season, I have been reminded... as I look into the face of my chubby, happy little girl...that this holiday would be inexplicably different had Lani's "guardian angel" not been assigned my child. had God not saved the life of my little one.
Just as this ornament will remind her, every year she hangs it on her tree, that the Hand of God held and protected her before she was even born.
I got my Christmas gift on September 16th (also my birthday) when the midwife handed me a perfectly healthy baby girl.
