lillian grace

Oh, baby, do you have a sweet face! Sitting here with your picture on my two 17” side-by-side computer screens, I can’t get enough of looking at your little pinkly perfect self. If a body could die from a visual overdose of absolute adorability, they’d be hauling me out of the Bizzell on a cart as I speak. You are delightfully sweet. If they made baby candy it would be just like you- all cute, compact, and sort of squishy around the edges. And I’d buy out the store. Your charming face has captured my heart, just as your mother’s did years ago. Tiny pink bow of a mouth, dear snip of a nose, rounded cheeks so soft and smooth they break my heart, miniature chin tucked into a little, wrinkled neck that smells like Heaven on the first day of spring. And, as if these weren't enough to leave me thoroughly enchanted, there’s that swirly place (exactly where it was on your mom) right in the middle of your forehead. And my sweet little girl, you are good, very, very good. Your J-Daddy and I are overjoyed to know you and always anxious to hold you again the minute you’re gone. We have a granddaughter. Such fun. Such fun.
So, precious Lillian, our prayer for you- grace enfold you, no harm befall you, life embrace you, God smile upon you. Today and each day to come. Amen.