She’s always right there.
Just a few feet away.
Looking like a hot mess.
A happy, happy kid.
With the world’s most infectious laugh.
We often look over and exclaim “Hi Jilly!”
She grins and waves excitedly.
Sometimes we forget that we have to be intentional in how we include her.
Sometimes we forget how much she does understand.
Sometimes we forget that she is, in fact, three and a half years old.
A little girl. Not a baby.
Daddies are amazing at remembering.
Because if you could hear the giggling…the absolute delight that squealed from this little girl’s heart…and you could hear the cheering and clapping from her brother and sister…
The sweetest sound. Heaven must be just like this.
I love how they delight with their little sister.
As I stood in the doorway watching the scene…a daddy holding his girl waaay up high…miniature cheerleaders on the sidelines…I caught my breath.
Daddies have a way of loving their babies in a way that is so different than mommies, don’t they?
We knew nothing of what was going on with this little pink ball of girl in those early days.
All we knew was to love her fiercely.
And really, not much has changed since those days in the NICU. We may have formal diagnosis’, plans, and precautions, but we still don’t know exactly what the future will hold.
Even the best team of doctors lack a crystal ball.
All we know is to love her fiercely.
Gentle reminders of just how to do that sneak into our days. Like nudgings to scoop her up and let her rebound.
And, for as sappy and all around 1980′s cheese as it may be…I instantly thought of this scene. And wondered what Jill’s version will look like in 20 years.
Cue the tears.