It didn’t take long for Christina’s Dad and
me to be consigned to the family waiting room, an ice box full of others in
similar straits. Seriously, that room
was one of the coldest places I have been in a long time. I was so glad I had grabbed a long-sleeved
shirt and my chaplain cap. We watched
most of the Jim Carry movie, Yes Man, before we finally got the text
announcement from the women (and Kel) that the little one was here. It took a while longer before we were cleared
for entry into the action room, but finally the doors were opened to us second
class citizens. And of course she was
beautiful. Dark eyes like her Mommy, so
she has a great chance to be yet another Vaughan beauty. Her
hair seemed dark, too, but she hadn’t had a bath yet, so it may have just been
still wet. After the compulsory rounds
of hundreds of pictures, old DadDad finally got to hold her. The two of us had a quick discussion about
her saving me a dance at her wedding, even if it meant pushing me around in my
wheelchair. I’ll have to save up some of
my best moves for that one.
Now I know you want to hear all the vital
statistics, so let me see if I can get these straight. Seven pounds, five ounces. Twenty inches long. Now, I know there was something else I was
supposed to say, but I can’t think of it right now. It’s been a long night. I’m sure I’ll remember it later. Oh, speaking of later, we have to pick up the
boys here in a bit and introduce them to their new little sister.
Psalms 89:6 says, “For who in the skies above can compare with the Lord? Who is like the Lord among the heavenly
beings?”
Father, indeed you are unique. I am once again amazed at how you can form a
perfect little being with a touch of your uniqueness. Like her mother, may this new little life
develop the uniqueness you have touched her with until she blossoms into the
beautiful woman you have created her to be.
Like her father, may she stand up for righteousness with the spirit of
love and the boldness of her namesake. Under
the watchful eye of her three big brothers, may she grow to love you and to reflect
your love to everyone she touches. Grant
her the confidence of Jachin, the passion of Micah, and the unbridled joy of
Josiah as she tackles the world around her.
And surround her with love that can only be compared to that of … well, of
her grandparents. In Jesus’ name. Amen.
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