Sometimes I get surprised by motherhood. No, not just the everyday random things that it entails. No, friends. I'm talking about the fact that I, Kiranda, am a mother. Like...WHOA. That's a big deal. Two years ago, I'd just had a few conversations with my soon-to-be husband. We weren't even dating yet. And look at us now. Who knew that I'd go from a single girl to a mother of two/family of four in just two short years?
Yesterday, after Charlie came home from doing color guard at an MLK program, we all started getting restless. I knew dad wanted a nap and Austin was starting to 'whine us down'. I grabbed him in my arms and just rocked him slowly while he rubbed his eyes. And all I could think was..."WOW. This little guy is mine. All mine."
I wanted him. I created him [not all on my own, but you get the idea]. I grew him. Him and I worked together and brought him out into the daylight. I've nurtured him. I've loved him since I married his dad. And I'm just in awe over this little creature. Every little thing about him makes me know, without a doubt, that there is a God. And I am so humbled and so grateful that He saw fit to bless me with my own little baby boy.