November 26, 2013
8 pounds, 10 ounces
Her name means "heavenly." We chose it because we'd prayed she'd be a fighter, strong enough to survive to birth, a life-long fighter for heavenly joy in her own soul and in the souls of others. We chose it too because we trusted her life would be a source of heaven-sent joy to our family, a gift especially precious after the loss of her sister Avaleen last year.
She's here now, almost two months old already, and I don't know how else to say it except that she fits. She fits snuggled under my chin, fast asleep in the middle of the night. She fits nestled in her Daddy's arms, peacefully watching the world go by. She fits on her sister's lap, the perfect size for eager little arms to embrace. She fits in all of our hearts, fills in some of the spaces Avaleen left behind. She fits in this crazy little entity that is our family, already a calm and peaceful presence in our busy, noisy lives.
She belongs with us, and we're ever so grateful she's here.