We stared amazed at her all day, napping, nursing, and deciding her name. It had to be just right.
She is the second largest baby I've birthed, outweighed a few ounces by Aiden, but her birth was so much easier. I was suprised when the midwife told us she weighed 8 pounds, 8 ounces because she looked like such a little peanut to me!
Our other children spent parts of the day at friend's homes and once they were back we told them their new sister's name. We named her Adalia Nan. We pronounce Adalia as "ad-uh-lee" and have been calling her Addie for short. Nan is Sean's sweet grandmother's name and as generous as she is in the midst of lack, and as much hospitality she has shown to me over the years, I could not think of anyone better to honor. She has also endlessly loved on my husband his whole life and I love her for that.
Adalia means "God is my refuge" and it is in this way, with all the happenings of life, that He has revealed Himself to me and I love Him for this. I can be weak and accept my weakness and He makes me strong, I'm foolish and He gives me wisdom, I may be gun-shy from losses but He pulls me close. As I sat holding Addie yesterday, I sat with the realization that I was holding the physical, tangible evidence of God's goodness to me.
It is all so much more than I deserve.