It is late at night and you are sleeping soundly next to Daddy in bed.
It is so cold outside that snow is mixed with the rain...it is so quiet that the only thing I can hear while I type is your soft, deep breathing...
My beautiful baby girl, in a few weeks you'll turn one. Where did the time go?
You are so tiny that strangers still ask how "new" you are.
A few weeks ago you and I were eating at the hospital cafeteria together, while Daddy was praying for a friend of ours in the emergency room...you were sitting up in a highchair, and I was feeding you bites of my lunch. A nurse walked up to us and bent down to smile at you.
"I just had to see how this tiny little baby was able to sit up so well!" she grinned.
I told her you were almost a year old and her eyes opened wide. Were you premature, she asked? Just three weeks, was my answer...and I waited for the inevitable question....how little were you at birth?
I said just 5 and a half pounds..and looked at you and smiled and continued, "She has Down syndrome, so that's why she's so tiny. But we like tiny!"
The nurse smiled and said good things come in small packages..she stroked your head and said you were beautiful..smiled and walked away.
I know all of my babies have provoked kind words and sweet glances from strangers, Lily.
But something about your gentle smile and tiny stature seems to elicit more attention than all of our babies put together...
Or maybe it's that magical extra chromosome, drawing others in with it's magnetic charm...
So Lily, tonight I'm remembering...
... December nights, just a year ago...when your tiny frame was tucked inside of me, and your gentle kicks were nudging me towards the truth of who you were.
And I wish I could take that mama by the hand, and show her the beauty and grace, the joy and love that was waiting for her on the other side of a year.
We are so blessed...
my beautiful and perfect Lily.