There is nothing better than having a new baby.
Something sacred happened in our house when she was born, and it has made time slow down.
There doesn't seem to be anything more important to do than-- love-- her.
She is beginning to grow into her name. It always feels so strange to give something so--earthy-- as a name to someone-- so fresh-- from heaven. I'm afraid that this week she has been called by her womb name "Baby Sam" more than anything else. We are slowly transitioning over to "Tabitha", just as she is slowly coming down into it.
Someday soon I will have to face reality again, but for right now I am enjoying our babymoon and living-- somewhere-- between heaven and earth.