Oh my word!

Georgia Caroline you are 10 months old!

"Other arms reach out to me. Other eyes smile tenderly. Still in peaceful dreams I see the road leads back to you. I sing - GEORGIA, GEORGIA - no peace I find. Just an old sweet song, keeps Georgia on my mind"
-You weigh: guestimating 20 lbs.
-You are wearing 12 month dresses, 12 month separates, and 12-18 month one piece clothing.
-You wear a size 4 diaper
-You wear a size 1 Sun San sandal and a size 3 mary jane.
-You take an hour nap in the morning and a 2 hour nap with Jonah in the afternoon from 1-3. If you don't get a good morning nap, you usually sleep in the late afternoon to catch up.
-You sit, crawl, and were standing, but fell so much you refuse to stand right now. (I'm hoping I don't have another 17 month old walker on my hands).
-You are teething really badly, so badly in fact you got a red ear from it. You have two bottom teeth and are working on some more bottom teeth towards the back.
-We moved you into Jonah's car seat and moved him up to a booster this month.
-You've started eating solid foods from the table and seem to enjoy them more than your brother did at your age. You even ate "Georgia Peach Pancakes" at Pancake Pantry in Nashville on Friday.

-We moved out Jonah's craft table this month and moved in his train table since it's more substantial. You were pulling over the chairs at his table before the big move. When they fell you weren't phased. You don't seem to be easily startled.
-You started "cheerleading" this weekend. You will crawl a little bit, stop, clap, raise your hands and look around at us, and laugh like you want us to clap with you. It's so cute!
-You say mama, dada, bubba, gege, and try to say Jonah.
-You love playing patty cake.

-You love playing with your brother.
-You love swinging at the park.
You have your mama's expressions.
This is your favorite place to sit. You especially like opening and closing this red door as well as our bathroom door in the hallway. It makes me cringe just like it did when your brother went through the exact - same - stage. It's my goal everyday to keep fingers from getting smashed and keep your brother from opening the glass door when you are sitting in your post.
I love your smile. I love your sparkle. I love your delightful personality.
You are kind. You are smart. You are important. I love you more everyday and I will always do everything I can to show it. Since this week is mother's day and I am reflecting on my relationship with my own mom, I remember her always loving me. That is the most important thing in the life of a little girl to know the love of her parents, so that she will know how to recognize the love of her heavenly Father one day.
My mom (and dad) made the necessary sacrifices when I was young to lead me along the path of righteousness I am on today. Good parenting takes sacrificing, sacrificing self, wants, desires, and the temptations of the world. I will sacrifice the world for you Georgia Caroline, not so you can have material things, but that you would have what money can never buy yet no one can take away. Love. Joy. Peace. Satisfaction in the Lord. His righteousness flowing thorough you. That is what my heart's desire is for you. That is my prayer for you. If my advice for you ever includes, "Just marry a doctor and you'll be fine, have me committed." : )
You have already taught me so much. It's funny how God uses the simple to teach the profound. Just this week he spoke to me through your cries.
This is your face every morning when I get you out of bed, change your diaper, and have to put you on the floor to wash my hands at the kitchen sink and fix your bottle.

Ususally this face continues along with a loud, mad cry until I get the bottle in your mouth. I'll console you with my words saying things like, "Mama has to wash her hands, and I'm fixing your bottle. Mama wants what's best for you." Until this week you cry and cry like you don't hear me. You want your bottle and you want it now. You don't understand why I put you on the floor to wait. But, this week something different happened.

When I started consoling you, you made this face. You heard my voice. You understood the words that were coming out of my mouth. You became patient as you trusted me to give you your bottle. You've seen me come through enough times now, you've heard my voice, you've seen my method of operation enough to know that I will not leave you starving.
And it hit me. How many times have I cried, whined, and wailed, questioning God about what He was doing in my life? But, now having read His word, knowing his method of operation, knowing He will never leave me or forsake me, knowing He wants what's best for me even if it means waiting, I hear His voice. Before I was in His word, I didn't hear His voice, because I didn't know His voice. I had a picture of His face in my mind and words I had listened to Him say second hand, but I didn't understand. It was just as Georgia is learning my voice and my language I was learning God's voice and God's language.
I loved this moment and I didn't want to forget it.
