Dreams Come True

The other night, I experienced in reality something that I always pictured myself doing as a mother. Daddy, Isaac, and I went to the Outback for dinner as a family. Isaac got his own Mac 'n Cheese dinner, and my husband and I shared an appetizer and had soup. We all enjoyed each other so much and had wonderful conversation. We piled into the car (Isaac in his now front-facing carseat) and drove home. Isaac drank his bottle in the back and Brian and I talked about life. When we got home, Isaac was fast asleep. My husband gathered all the 'stuff' and I gently unbuckled the baby. His eyes peeped open and shut again when he landed on my shoulder. He burried his face into my neck and I could feel his breathing. His little legs and arms dangling as I followed Daddy up the walkway. We went inside, Daddy fixed a bottle and gave the little man a kiss on the head, and I took him up to his room.

I always watched my brother and sisters carry in my neices and nephews and thought how wonderful it must feel to know that my baby was asleep in my arms because he felt comfortable and safe. Over and over as the mother in our little family my dreams I have known come true. I believe that these little realities are confirmations that God knows my heart and holds me in the palm of his hand.