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in my daughter’s eyes
during a lulling sunday early evening,
i heard this tune, and it made me very emotional:
In My Daughter’s Eyes Lyrics
Artist(Band): Martina McBride
In my daughter’s eyes I am a hero
I am strong and wise and I know no fear
But the truth is plain to see
She was sent to rescue me
I see who I wanna be
In my daughter’s eyes
In my daughter’s eyes everyone is equal
Darkness turns to light and the
world is at peace
This miracle God gave to me gives me
strength when I am weak
I find reason to believe
In my daughter’s eyes
And when she wraps her hand
around my finger
Oh it puts a smile in my heart
Everything becomes a little clearer
I realize what life is all about
It’s hangin’ on when your heart
has had enough
It’s giving more when you feel like giving up
I’ve seen the light
It’s in my daughter’s eyes
In my daughter’s eyes I can see the future
A reflection of who I am and what will be
Though she’ll grow and someday leave
Maybe raise a family
When I’m gone I hope you’ll see how happy
she made me
Cause I’ll be there
In my daughter’s eyes
the words in pink jumped out and held my thoughts for a while, because i think about it all the time. i’m sure every mother thinks about this at every stage of her child’s life; it’s just hardly spoken. i’ve become one of those mothers who think her daughter is absolutely beautiful, even when a booger’s hanging at the entrance of her nostril, dangling by chance. when she sits in her papasan and i approach her, she responds by smiling at me, excited to see my familiar face. and if i move away, her gaze faithfully follows me, silently asking for my attention. it’s something such as that that makes me believe she knows me and is beginning to love me. at the beginning of my day, i lie down next to her, staring at her while she wakes, because i know that she will routinely look at me with a thoughtful stare, then smile because she remembers who i am. i honestly look forward to those mornings.
a man, during an apologetic debate, once said that you can’t see time but you know it exists because you can see the effects of time. before emmanuelle, i thought things were really changing when i got married, saw my sister get married, some of my friends marry, saw my little sister go to college, etc. and each day, i knew i was changing slowly by looking in the mirror, but not so drastically. but when you give birth to someone that was never there before, and you see her so small and helpless grow so big in just 3 months, you begin to realize and see time more clearly. her infant stage is going by SO quickly. life does go by so quickly, just by seeing my daughter.
i pray for her though. i find myself praying most of all for her to find and seek God’s love herself, for her to really experience a life of joy in her salvation and in the service of Him. i want her knowledge and relationship with God to extend beyond our influence and teaching, beyond the pulpit or what she is told. i want her to question, to challenge, to discern, to test, to seek, and to believe. that is the best thing i can wish for her, because i know even if everything crumbles, she will know God is with her.
life is short. live for Jesus…
in whatever you do, in all things…
make your decisions to live for Christ.
the zem-4 gun
looking at baby sleep
i wake up so early now
she used to be 5lbs. 11oz.
she looks so much like her dad
there must have been a reason
why God breathed her so…
t h e z e m – 4 g u n
weight: 13lbs
range: low
accuracy: medium-high
volume:medium
[ not intended for sniping- loud...very loud ]
emma’s visit with santa
christmas shopping with emma…
yesterday, we went to the mall to shop around for christmas, esp. at macy’s cuz it was a one day sale, and perze wanted to take me out for our thirtyfivesixteen. and if you know perze, that’s a big deal because he’s not the shopping type, unless it’s costco. it must be a guy thing [except rogie, jake, and alvin]. while i was shopping around, perze was walking around with emma inside the baby bjorn. i overheard joyful coos from several ladies and realized that women were cooing over emma, so it’s true what they say: ‘babies are chick magnets.’ good thing that perze has lost any interest of further magnetization. at least six people have stopped us to coo at baby. i think that is why she LOVES the mall…every visit, she is wide eyed, curious, excited, flailing her arms and legs vigorously, and making high sqeaky noises that probably reach a decimel to which only dogs could hear.
last week, we also visited the mall and impulsively decided to get her first ever santa picture [since perze nor i have never had one]. it was very easy to get her to smile because she’s a fairly amiable girl to strangers or to random people who smile at her with a funny expression. so here she is, prolly with only two things on her list: a milk castle, and new maracas [long story]:
4 months
on november 1st, emmanuelle-emma-zem zem-em em poop poop turned four months old.
she’s reached all her 4 months old milestones early already, so she’s considered advanced. let’s hope that she continues her determination so she can sit up independently by four months. the downside of an advanced baby is her need for independency, which means in a short while, she won’t want to be carried and i’ll miss all those times i could hold her.
she went to her doctor’s visit for her 4 months. emma is very healthy.
here’s her chart so far:
070105: birth 19.75 5lbs.11oz.
090605: 2 mo 21.75 9lbs.12oz.
110405: 4 mo 24 13lbs.1oz.
she also had 4 more shots…poor girl. perze had to hold me when she was getting her injections. poor mama.
my daughter’s eyes:: song
during a lulling sunday early evening,
i heard this tune, and it made me very emotional:
In My Daughter’s Eyes Lyrics
Artist(Band): Martina McBride
In my daughter’s eyes I am a hero
I am strong and wise and I know no fear
But the truth is plain to see
She was sent to rescue me
I see who I wanna be
In my daughter’s eyes
In my daughter’s eyes everyone is equal
Darkness turns to light and the
world is at peace
This miracle God gave to me gives me
strength when I am weak
I find reason to believe
In my daughter’s eyes
And when she wraps her hand
around my finger
Oh it puts a smile in my heart
Everything becomes a little clearer
I realize what life is all about
It’s hangin’ on when your heart
has had enough
It’s giving more when you feel like giving up
I’ve seen the light
It’s in my daughter’s eyes
In my daughter’s eyes I can see the future
A reflection of who I am and what will be
Though she’ll grow and someday leave
Maybe raise a family
When I’m gone I hope you’ll see how happy
she made me
Cause I’ll be there
In my daughter’s eyes
the words in pink jumped out and held my thoughts for a while, because i think about it all the time. i’m sure every mother thinks about this at every stage of her child’s life; it’s just hardly spoken. i’ve become one of those mothers who think her daughter is absolutely beautiful, even when a booger’s hanging at the entrance of her nostril, dangling by chance. when she sits in her papasan and i approach her, she responds by smiling at me, excited to see my familiar face. and if i move away, her gaze faithfully follows me, silently asking for my attention. it’s something such as that that makes me believe she knows me and is beginning to love me. at the beginning of my day, i lie down next to her, staring at her while she wakes, because i know that she will routinely look at me with a thoughtful stare, then smile because she remembers who i am. i honestly look forward to those mornings.
a man, during an apologetic debate, once said that you can’t see time but you know it exists because you can see the effects of time. before emmanuelle, i thought things were really changing when i got married, saw my sister get married, some of my friends marry, saw my little sister go to college, etc. and each day, i knew i was changing slowly by looking in the mirror, but not so drastically. but when you give birth to someone that was never there before, and you see her so small and helpless grow so big in just 3 months, you begin to realize and see time more clearly. her infant stage is going by SO quickly. life does go by so quickly, just by seeing my daughter.
i pray for her though. i find myself praying most of all for her to find and seek God’s love herself, for her to really experience a life of joy in her salvation and in the service of Him. i want her knowledge and relationship with God to extend beyond our influence and teaching, beyond the pulpit or what she is told. i want her to question, to challenge, to discern, to test, to seek, and to believe. that is the best thing i can wish for her, because i know even if everything crumbles, she will know God is with her.
life is short. live for Jesus…
in whatever you do, in all things…
make your decisions to live for Christ.
thank you tita kwistie
she would also like to thank her tita kristie
[also known as tita ha ha] for buying and mailing a s w e e t surprise all the way from bean town. it was the coat we were looking at before and wanted to buy! thank you tita kris.
they say the best present is a present given at an unexpected time.
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