Aria Zoe

Yesterday I was having a rough day....a really rough one. One of those emotional mom days. The kind that make you feel like you are going insane. The kind that make you want to run away from life. My husband, who is wonderful by the way, took Mila out so I could have some alone time while the baby was sleeping. However, just as they were leaving and I was sitting down to have my alone time....the baby woke up! AAAAHHH! Can't a mother get a break? Can't she get a "moment??" I went to pick her up out of the crib and I started bawling. I sat down with her and I just cried and cried. Of course I didn't want her to see me cry, because for some reason we think that if our kids see us cry we will no longer be "super mom" to them anymore. Well the kid would not look away from me, she was staring me right in the face.

Usually they say around 7 months a baby who hears another person cry will out of sympathy also start crying. Not so...at least for my daughter. Or at least not in this particular instance. She started laughing...at me! I thought maybe she was just smiling at first, but no, it was a laugh. And she kept on laughing! Of course I am thinking, "Come on now. What is this all about? I need a little sympathy here." Why are you laughing? This is SO not funny." But it took me only a few seconds to start smiling and then a few more to start laughing myself.

This is exactly what I needed. Joy.
This was a gift. A gift from the Lord, who knows exactly what I need and when I need it. Sometimes even I don't know what I need, but He does. I didn't want to laugh at that moment. I wanted to cry. I wanted someone to sympathize. And He did.

Aria Zoe is her name and she is the most precious, mellow, happy and content baby in the universe...I am convinced:) Her name means, "breath of life." or "song of life." And that is exactly what she is to me.