Zoe is really trying to use words. She jabbers all the time, but there are moments where you hear a phrase or word perfectly. We have this game where we count to ten and show her how you'd hold up fingers for that number. She loves it. In the past we've thought she has tried to say "four" or "five," but last night she clearly said "ten."
It was the most perfect "ten" I've ever heard.
We clapped and, like any parent, tried to get her to say it over and over and over for the following 15 minutes. She loves an audience, so she graciously agreed to play along.
As I watch her grow, I'm so excited that my friends and family get to experience parenthood. They'll get to experience their "perfect ten" moments. My brother-in-law Chris has been very graciously sending updated pictures of Micah in the NICU. I have to say, even though he's got awhile before he says words, he's a perfect ten.
As I watch my sister and brother with Micah and N with Zoe, it is a reminder of Christ's love for us. I never fully understood what that meant until I saw Zoe, laying in that isolette, struggling to live outside my womb. In that moment, the emotion and feelings were so overwhelming that I think I cried non-stop the first four weeks of her life. They were the most joyous tears I've ever cried.
My prayer, as a parent, is to demonstrate Christ's love to all three of my girls. Because I'm completely human, that's not always an easy task. I get tired, stressed and impatient. Despite the fact that I will always love them unconditionally, I want to show it. That type of unconditional love is what every child needs. Every child on earth and every child of God.
When I see my precious Zoe's smile or hear her giggle, I reminded of Christ's love for me. Imperfect, less-than-ten me. Yet He sees me as a perfect ten.
Ephesians 5:1,2 - Be imitators of God, therefore, as dearly loved children and live a life of love, just as Christ loved us and gave Himself up for us as a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God.
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