Thursday, December 8, 2011

Tickled Pink

Pink. There will be lots of pink. And lace, bows, braids, skirts, and perhaps ballet shoes, too. Dolls. Storybooks about princesses and happily ever afters. Eventually she'll graduate to Jane Austen and the Bronte sisters. High heels and cosmetics.

Of course, she could be a tomboy and fight her momma every time she has to wear a dress. Or instead of dancing she might want to play football. :) We'll love her no matter what.

She's one day old today. He who does not slumber nor sleep will keep watch over her all of her days. God bless you, CME! (It's kind of cool you have your uncle's initials. He loves you, too. :))

There was a time when meadow, grove and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Apparelled in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
It is not now as it hath been of yore;-
Turn whereso'er I may,
By night or day,
The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
The Rainbow comes and goes,
And lovely is the Rose,
The Moon doth with delight
Look round her when the heavens are bare;
Waters on a starry night
Are beautiful and fair;
The sunshine is a glorious birth;
But yet I know, where'er I go,
That there hath past away a glory from the earth.
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!

-William Wordsworth,  from"Ode On Intimations Of Immortality From Recollections Of Early Childhood" (Really? He couldn't think of a shorter title?)

1 comment:

  1. Awww congrats to Emily and Jon! What's her name?
    I hope the boys are happy with their new sister!