While Holding the Baby

 Holding the baby, so soft, cuddly and sweet. Every time I held him in my arms, he felt secure. He enjoyed looking out the back window to see and observe. Reflection was in his eyes. He's grown so big, so fast, where have these months gone? I'm sure my sister asks the same question who had him in early February. 

I sat in the rocking chair as he fell asleep, so gently, beautifully and peacefully. Holding him and rocking him brought back memories of holding and caressing Santiago, his older brother almost 3 years ago. Knowing that God sees us as His children, as His sweet and lovable children. I couldn't but help reflect on these months, on the fast pace of time. 

It was only in January when my sister and I were talking and I was sitting in that comfortable and soft rocking chair. She wasn't due yet, just another few weeks. It was winter chill in the air, the feel of freshness, newness of the year ahead but also waiting for warmth and waiting for God's plan. She was anticipating her baby boy to be born and be healthy and secure in her arms.  I was anticipating a busy semester with school, work, and wedding season focused upon nearly every conversation that held the air like water droplets. I was trying to find creativity again, an outlet when I felt down, overwhelmed with the busyness and still making time to go to early Mass.

I was thinking about that time since it's been a whirlwind since. The first half of the year has approached and gone like the passing of the night. It seemed as if I was able to process and slow down a bit while embracing sweet Isacc in my arms. He had the comfort to sleep and rest on, and don't we also have the same with God's loving heart. Holding the cute baby with a beautiful smile, mysterious hazelnut eyes reminds me of God's beautiful creation, His presence and how close He is.