The Magic Baby

When Cadence lived inside me, I would sometimes go a couple of days without feeling her move. Not being the type to dwell on worry if, instead, I can shove it deep inside and ignore it, I wouldn't start to wonder if she was alright until the end of the second day.  Inevitably, as soon as I lowered the Worry Gates, the Lord would nudge her, and she'd give me a little kick almost immediately.





Now that we're acquainted on the outside, she retains the calm she had in the womb.   She cries, yes, as all babies do, but even her loudest cry has a restrained quality to it.  I probably say this about all my babies, but Cadence is pure magic. 

She has a remarkable sweetness.

 

She's thoughtful, like her father.

 

Willing to compromise.

 Plus, she has enviable genes from the maternal line.

That's my girl.

Magic Baby.