Twirly dresses

I don't have a lot to write about today. But a major thought has been in my mind lately. I have been amazed at how much Adam loves his little girl. On our way back from Independence we stopped in Wichita to pick an Easter dress for Naomi. I was looking a a dress and he comes up to me with a dress we had picked earlier twirling it and said something like, "Too bad she can't spin I think she would love this one. This is a great twirling dress." We eventually picked out a different dress (one with a jacket, April can still be chilly) Then we worked it out so that should we get Amara, she will get the twirly dress. Part of me really wants to go back and get a bigger size and she can have it later. I think I have a lot of twirly dresses to look forward to. Naomi is such a daddy's girl. It is so much fun to see them together. I am truly blessed to have such an amazing man as my husband! I enjoy watching the delight that Adam takes in watching Naomi. I can't help but to think of my Heavenly Father and the Delight He has in us. I knew having children gave you more insight in to how God sees us, but i never realized how much it would impact my walk with Him. Being a mom has given me a lot more insight in to one of my favorite poems:

Because...
I made her. She is different. She is unique. With Love, I formed her in her mother's womb. I fashioned her with great Joy. I remember with pleasure the days I created her. To me, She is beautiful. I love her. I love her smile. I love her ways. I love to hear her laugh and to see the silly things she does. She is herself and no one else. This is how I made her.

I made her pretty but not beautiful because I know her heart, and I know that she would be vein. I wanted her to search her heart, and learn that in me she would be beautiful. It would be the Spirit that would draw people to her.

I made her in such a way that she would need Me. I made her a little more lonesome than she would like to be because I want her to turn to Me in her loneliness. I made her dependent so she would depend on Me.

I know her heart. I know that if I had not made her like this she would go her chosen way, and forget about Me, her Creator. I have given her many good and happy things because I love her. I have seen her broken heart, and the tears she has cried alone. I have been with her and had a broken heart, too.

Many times she has stumbled and fallen because she would not take my hand. She has learned hard lessons, because she would not listen to my voice. So many times I have sadly watched her go on her own way, alone.

And now she is mine again. I made her and then bought her. I paid a high price for her...
because I love her.
I have had to reshape and mold her, renewing her for My plan. It has not been easy for her or for me. I want her to be conformed to my image. This is the goal I have set for her...
because I love her.

Honestly I am not sure who wrote it or where I found the poem. But it is special to me.

And here is my sleepy special little girl with Smokey, her traveling buddy.