My baby girl brought me the prettiest cup of tea in bed... I thought of how precious each blessed day is and how fleeting they are, how I would love to pause the laughter in her face, her sweet hugs, her frowns, her calling for me, her obedient moments, her disobedient moments, her opening the door of her room wanting me in and her closing the door withholding my entry... I love all of it! Moments that taste of honey and moments of bitter herbs - a wonderous journey.
"She says I shall now have one mouth more to fill and two feet the more to shoe, more disturbed nights, more laborious days and less leisure or visting, reading, music and drawing.
Well! This is one side of the story, to be sure, but I look at the other.
Here is a sweet, fragrant mouth to kiss, here are two more feet to make music with their pattering about my nursery. Here is a soul to train for God, and the body in which dwells is worthy of all it will cost, since it is the abode of a kingly tenant. I may see less of friends, but I have gained one dearer than them all, to whom, while I minister in Christ's name, I make a willing sacrifice of what little leisure for my own recreation my other dear darlings had left me. Yes, my precious baby, you are welcome to her time, her strength, her health, her tenderest cares, to her lifelong prayers! Oh how rich I am, how truly, wonderously blest!"
~ Elizabeth Prentiss