Southern Baby: 2 years

Dear Hampton, 

I've never told you this story, but it's one you need to know.  On the morning you were born your Daddy and I left home when it was still dark outside to meet you.  With sleepy eyes, we checked into the hospital and were placed in a room to wait.  Your Daddy made jokes and we laughed and talked about who we thought you would look like.  Just before we went back for the C-section, Mommy's doctor came in and asked what kind of music I liked.  Surprised by the question, I told him I liked all kinds of music, but he could choose.   Just something good to have a baby to.  

  The moment before you took your very first breath and cried for the very first time 
a hush fell over the operating room.........and then this song spilled from the iPod...

I'm finding myself at a loss for words 

And the funny thing is it's okay 
The last thing I need is to be heard 
But to hear what You would say

Word of God speak 

Would You pour down like rain 
Washing my eyes to see 
Your majesty


To be still and know 

That You're in this place 
Please let me stay and rest 
In Your holiness 
Word of God speak

I'm finding myself in the midst of You 

Beyond the music, beyond the noise 
All that I need is to be with You 
And in the quiet hear Your voice

I'm finding myself at a loss for words 

And the funny thing is it's okay

This is your song.  I hear it now and can close my eyes and 
see you again for the very first time.  It was a holy experience.  
The holiest of my life thus far.     

You are two.  
Your favorite book is Knuffle Bunny
Your favorite drink, chocolate milk.
You like jumping off beds and chairs and curbs of sidewalks.
You love bubbles and "Mick Mouse."
The funniest thing you say is "noodle" because you stick your tongue out every time.  
We make you say "noodle bubble" because those two words together...too funny.

Just like every mother, I wish I could bottle you up right now just to remember who you are as a two year old. 

 Instead I will be still.  I will be present in every moment with you.  I will be okay when you are throwing a fit and I have to grit my teeth 
because I know that you won't be two forever. 

You are loved, precious one.  
Happy Birthday! 




  1. Well now I'm boo-hooing. What a sweet story and what an incredible moment. Happy birthday to Hampton!

  2. So I just read this. And on top of my post this morning...I'm a mess.
    And happy birthday sweet Hampton!!!