I just realized that I've never written a blog announcing the birth of Ezra. So, better late than never, right? Sorry, Ezra. No doubt you will be reading this some day.
As a matter of fact, with that in mind. This blog is addressed to you, Ezra. Everyone else can read this if they please, but it's not for them, to them, or about them. It's about you, for you, and to you, my beautiful daughter.
I love you, Ezra. You are my first and only daughter. I don't know how old you are now (your time, when you are reading this), but I hope that you know that I love you. You are two and a half months old (my time), and I know that even as you grow older, you will never be able to shake that image of you from my mind. You will forever be my little girl.
Having a child is strange by itself. I don't know that any parent fully realizes the enormity of the role. Your oldest brother Jacob is eleven and a half. He's getting close to being a teenager and resembles one even now. You would think that I'd be used to the idea that he is my child and I am his parent and in more ways than not I am used to it. However, when I think about, I'm still shocked on so many levels. How did this happen?! Maybe I'm alone in my thinking. Maybe not, maybe every parent feels this way. I don't know. It's wonderful, exciting, terrifying, beautiful, unsettling, rewarding, etc. Parenting is a roller coaster of emotions.
So, if I'm still getting used to being a parent of two boys who've been around for years, how much greater am I feeling unprepared for you, a daughter, a girl, a woman in the making? I'm scared to be one of two of the most responsible people for you in the world. It holds the potential to frighten me to no end.
That being said, I am also unimaginably thankful for the opportunity to be that person in your life. I'm honored that God would place you in my care and entrust me with such a role. I may know that I am unequipped to raise you and teach you and guide you, but I know without a shadow of a doubt that God is perfectly equipped to do such a job. And, with He as my guide, I will never fail you in any way.
I love you, Ezra. And, I will seek to treasure every moment we have together.
Ezra Montagne
2 comments:
I like the name Ezra GREATLY.
Oh heavenly days, that was precious!! I too, your Mommy, am head over heels for you, baby.
That being said, I do want to point out a few things about the photo your Daddy has chosen here. First off, you do not have a double chin, as this photo depicts. :) Secondly, you do not wear lipstick at such a young age as this. Your Daddy just wanted to pump up the volume on the color of those delish peaches. (One of those peaches is my snack right now.) :) That's all I have to say about that.
But....I do want to say how precious this letter is. Your Daddy has been awestruck with you from day one. Day negative 1000, actually. You are his princess, and always will be. I love you, Ezra. :*)
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