It’s been 3 months since we met you, Clara Bear.
3 tired, happy, spit-up covered months.
The holidays are here, and my dreams (yes, dreams) are coming true.
I will hold you on my lap at our Thanksgiving dinner.
When asked what I am thankful for this year, I will cry and say your name, a name that Daddy and I couldn’t have even imagined one year ago.
We will share you with relatives who ride trains, planes and automobiles just to meet you.
I will put you in warm pajamas and read you a book in front of our Christmas tree.
We will hang your stocking above the fireplace, and probably kiss at the happy shock of seeing it there.
I will understand, finally, with awesome wonder, what Mary went through in that stable so long ago.
The lights will shine brighter. The fires will feel warmer. I will eat pie and sing carols and burn candles and I will be THANKFUL, sweet daughter, for the new life and light and wondrous delight you and those lovely blue eyes bring into our humble little house and hearts.
Happy 3 months, Clara Noelle Horney.
You are the sun and the snow, so bright and surprising.
WE LOVE YOU!