I saw your mama briefly in her labor room. Her face seemed ethereal and otherworldly. Her body was shifting, contracting and giving over to the work it would take to bring you here. But she was lovely in the midst of it. Focused in the anticipation of you, and in the pregnancy of the hour she truly labored to bring you here.
And your daddy. Elijah, your daddy was someone to behold. There was a deep measure of intensity in him. An intensity that had only briefly manifested before—usually in times of deep protectiveness and concern for your mama. His body and demeanor seemed relaxed on first glance, but as I watched I could see the readiness, the tension that he held. And he held it for you and your mama.
|Elijah, this is how you looked when I met you.|
|Part of your family at the nursery window.|
|Your amazing Dad!|
|Dad washing your thick head of hair!|
|Your favorite place to be--with Mama.|
|My shifting world.|
|Elijah David Rector|
September 1, 2012
7.2 pounds, 19 1/4 inches