This morning, the prayer is actually shared by Murphee's mama, my baby girl, Myranda Ehlers.
"My amazing, sweet girl, where has the time gone? It seems like only yesterday that I was staring in awe at the puddle between my legs and telling your daddy, "... I think my water broke. But I'm not sure?" I was so unsure of so many things. How would I love you, like really love you in the way you needed? How would I care for you, care for a fragile and beautiful creature entirely dependent on me and me alone for nourishment and also be one of the main sources of comfort practically around the clock? How would I give and give and give again to someone I was going to meet face-to-face for the first time? I had felt you stir low in my belly, in that warm place where you wanted for nothing. I was first witness to your stretches and your hiccups. I only had to press my fingers up against the crown of your (stubborn) head gently before you would flutter a leg or wave an arm and still, still remain unchanged with your persistence to stay upright, nestled just below my heart.
But you became real and whole and tangible to me in the space of a half hour, as my middle was stretched open and more hands than I care to recollect drew you up and out into the brightness of your new world. And I cried for the disorienting love I felt and understood so suddenly that my arms were reaching before my brain could help my lips form the words. Can I have her? Can I have my baby? Is she okay? Your daddy was holding my hand and telling me yes. I was still numb from my epidural, the epidural I did not want because of the C-section I did not want, but numb or not, I knew that I wanted you.
And here we are, almost 6 months in. I am blessed beyond measure to have you. I know, without a doubt, that you were created and crafted by a loving God and grown inside me, then born and entrusted to all the people who love you and wish only the best for you and pray over you as you sleep and as you cry, as you giggle and smile and express every fleeting whim that passes through your body and mind. There are so many reasons why I know this that I will tell you some day, about the days that were hard and the thoughts that were harder and the sadness and anxiety that I had when I first found out about you. Until then, we pray that you will grow strong in your faith and firm in your stance, that your feet will draw you closer to God through every trial you face and every joyous triumph. Little girl, my sweet Murphee Josephine, we pray for you to be bold and courageous and strong and beautiful (the kind of beauty that outshines the physical), that you are kind and humble and graceful and that these things you learn by seeing an example in me, as well as others. God, help me be her example and help her see past when I fail.
My amazing, sweet girl, I love you. Happy almost 6 months."