Sunday, March 27, 2011

Who's That Knocking At My Door?

Every time that I lay eyes on my youngest daughter, Erika, I am filled with the most intense feelings of love that I have ever had in her little 22 years of life. It's a kind of love that I've never experienced before. MY baby is having her own little baby. The body that I formed in my own belly and brought into this world will bring another little body, a girl like her, here as well...a part of me. A part of me! Coming from her. Wow. It is often overwhelming to me that this is even possible. And, it fills my heart to overflowing in a way that is impossible to explain. I wonder...did my mother feel this way when she looked at me while pregnant with Melissa, myfirst child? I would like to think that the answer is "yes". I'd like to think that she experienced this same intense kind of motherly love for me. That would make me very, very content and happy.


(Eloise...your grami is waiting...hurry up June 6th.
I made you a pair of red shoes! Come and get them!)


5 comments:

Janna said...

This my absolute favorite post on your blog....ever.

Tami said...

Awe Janna! Thanks. I reread it and it is STILL inadequate.

Mandi said...

CUTE. So excited for you and Erika!

Mel said...

LOVE my babe eloise.

Rachel said...

I don't know if my mother felt the same way beings as my kids were grandkids number gazillion having many older sisters who'd already had kids but..... THOSE SHOES ARE ADORABLE!!!!!

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