Abigail Rain Kelly

Tucked in the early, early morning hours of April 28, you arrived.

God said now and Abigail Rain Kelly was born.

Welcome precious one.

We have been awaiting your arrival with great hope and appropriate impatience.

We wanted to see your face.

There you are.

Eyes open and looking.

Full, dark loom of hair adorning your entrance.

You are swaddled as with a tight blanket of gratitude.

Oh so grateful for your precious, specific life.

Welcome precious one.

The first moment I saw you?

I remember it.

Your passionate, big sister strode into your room in Bapa's arms.

She was strong.

She was tender.

And then, her first words directly to you?

"Abby pretty."

Her very first words.

That's what big sister saw in the first moments.

That's what her young heart identified and put into her own words about your hours old life.

Abby's beauty.

Bask in that declaration.

And I saw you.

Laying in deep rest on Mama's chest.

Swaddled.

Warm.

Breathing.

With Mama.

Profusely loved.

That's where I saw you first.

I remember.

Mama and Bapa joyful.

Mama and Bapa tired.

Mama and Bapa growing and ready to receive you.

Mama and Bapa humbled because they have been learning with big sister.

So much.

It is oh, so much.

Abigail.

My heart is quiet now.

I am roaming in the wonder of your arrival.

The wonder of who you are.

The wonder of who you are becoming.

I long to be a blessing in your life.

I long to be your Patch.

Welcome sweet one.

I love you.

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