When I was growing up my mother would recite a little nursery ditty that went something like this:
Is bonny and blithe and good and gay.
There was something enchanting to my little heart in the idea of knowing something of one's character according to the day of the week of one's birth. Of course, it was really just for fun... but I liked it and I'm pretty sure this had nothing to do with knowing I was 'Monday's child'.
In fact, I think I thought I was born on a Wednesday.
Baby Joseph was born on a Sunday.
He is such a blessing to his family and all that love him.
Time will tell if he is also bonny and good.
But my honorary-auntie heart says of course he will be!
We went over to see him the next day and took him a birth-day cake. It was a celebration of life. A celebration of family. And a celebration of his sweet, tiny self.
It felt so right to celebrate.
But there too was the feeling of missing his precious older sister who he will never meet in this life. Rebecca would have loved him. She would have spoke with her special little brand of red-haired vigor about the 'audacity' of another little brother.
But she would have loved him like no other.
We definitely love him.
We can't get enough of watching him sleep or admiring his little feet.
Jacob and Julia came to see us last weekend so we got to be together for his first Sunday fellowship meeting.
It seemed so fitting to be focused on a precious son on a Sunday.
May these feet carry you in the light of love and skip you blithely through many a mud puddle. May they lead you to Heavenly joy and march you in games of buried treasure. May each of your Sundays be a reason to give thanks and a time of soul-rest long after you have learned to sit still. May the sun shine bright on your bonny head and goodness of God be a beacon to you forever.
Can you tell we have baby on the brain around here?
Our baby is due on a Friday.
Loving and giving sounds good to me.
Sharing the Joy NE
P.S. If you are curious about the day of the week to which you belong, you can visit this website, type in your birthdate (yes, the year too - but no-one is looking, promise) and it will tell you what day of the week that was.
Do you think the poem was right about you? or were you 'adopted' from another day?
I tried it on on my parents, husband, siblings and, I confess, my own children.... because let's face it, half the time I can't remember yesterday's date, let alone what day I was having contractions 7 years ago!
I do remember the contractions.