Anna Noelle. Her name means “God’s grace at Christmas.” And that is what she is. All grace. All undeserved.
We had all but closed the book, then she came. On a day filled with cold December rain, she filled the room with her infant cry. God’s grace at Christmas.
Each child is a miracle. Each one formed in the secret places. Each one brought by the will of the Father. But the unexpected ones–they remind us of the gift.
I remember holding her tiny frame in the wee hours by the Christmas tree. This beautiful child. She slept and I held her in my gaze, willing my weary, postpartum eyes to stay open, longing to hold that moment forever.
I knew it was my last time. And I fell in love all over again.
Now she is all words and friends and cartwheels. She has laughter in her eyes and joy in her heart. We can’t imagine life without her in it.
She is a reminder that when God gives a gift, He wraps it up in a child. And the greatest gift–it was wrapped up in a Child too. A perfect, sinless Baby. God’s grace at Christmas, meeting my deepest need.