Before I had Clara, I knew it was going to be great for the boys to have a sister. But I could not have guessed how it was going fill my heart to bursting. How gloriously joyous I would feel watching them with her.
Every day when Matthew gets home from school, he asks me what Clara and I did that day so he can talk to her about it. "Oh! You went to Target, baby?! Was that fun?" And when Jack is here with her in the afternoons, I put her in her Bumbo on the table, where he sits and colors or does crafts. And he talks to her the whole time. "Do you like this color, Clay-a?" and he'll sing to her and talk to her and hold his art projects up for her approval. And she just sits and watches, content. I've come to refer to them as "your Matthew" and "your Jack."
And she never lets them out of her sight. If they're in the room, she's checking them out. Sometimes I have to stop Jack and say, "Clara is looking at you; say hi to her." She looks at them with such adoration, I almost can't take the fullness in my heart.
And her papa. Good grief, she loves that guy. Same thing. She adores him. And he adores her. Sometimes I will go on search for them, and find them laying on the bed in our room, talking. Or I'll find her on his lap when he's watching TV or playing video games.
How lucky is my little girl? How lucky am I?
When I think back to all the apprehension I felt a year ago when I was first expecting her, I am sorry I wasted a minute worrying. It reminds me to be patient, and to trust. Because everything happens for a reason, at exactly the right time. The love for this baby is absolute proof. My cup runneth over.
