So today is Eden’s first birthday. It’s hard to believe that it’s already been a year, but in a weird way it’s hard to believe that she’s only been with us for a year. I guess most parents know this, but there is a strange familiarity that comes with having kids. After a while it’s hard to imagine life without her.
She has been so great for the 12 months, I understand so much more about God, the Scriptures and life just by how we care for her. When she laughs (which is often) or smiles (which is even more often) my whole world turns upside down.
I wrote this blog below exactly one year ago today, I meant it then, but I mean it even more today.
One of the first blogs I ever wrote (on my old site) was from a hospital room. It was right after my mom had her heart attack and we were worried about what would happen to her. On that night it struck me that life was so fragile, so delicate.
Tonight I am writing from another end of life, in another hospital room. But with the same realization. Life is fragile.
Yesterday, Leslie and I had a baby girl named Eden Christina Storment. She weighed in at 6 lbs. and 15 oz. and the medical term for her condition is wonderful-itis. She is like a ball of greatness (it comes from her mom).
I keep worrying that I will drop her or not hold her just right, or say the wrong thing that she will subconsciously adopt and become a drug dealer when she is 13. It’s a really strange feeling to suddenly become responsible for a life, especially when you realize that you aren’t even that good at running your own.
I was thinking about all the dreams Leslie and I have for this baby person, and how some of them will probably be realized and some of them probably won’t. About how we are going to let her down, and how she is going to let us down, and still how thankful we are that God gave us a little life and how scared we are because of it’s fragility.
But in the middle of all that, there is a real sense of wonder. I find myself looking at eyes looking at me that have never seen anything else before. I find that she already has good taste in music, she likes Sinatra and Nat King Cole, with a touch of Jason Mraz. I find that in this little ball of wrinkled skin is so much potential.
And so this is what I want to say to her:
I want to tell you how you got your name Eden. It’s from the story of the way we all started off, the one that we will tell you many times in your life. See, your mom and I have always dreamed that the world could be better. It’s not meant to be filled with as much poverty, injustice and suffering as it has. But at the same time there is such beauty, so much kindness and love that it can be crushing at times. We dream that you will somehow make the world better. How is up to you.
Your other name Christina, that’s important too. We named you after your mom. The best, and now I know, toughest (she had a natural birth on purpose) woman I know. We did this so you would know that we already love you, not for anything you do, but because you are ours.
You are precious to us baby girl.
Welcome to this world.