Sacred

My baby is three months old today. Three months of exhaustion. Three months of bleary middle-of-the-night sits in the rocker. Three months of diaper after diaper. Three months of coaxing her to sleep. Three months of cuddling. Three months of wonder. Three months of smiles and butterfly kisses. Three months of pure joy. Three months I wouldn't trade for the world.

Here is a song written and sung by my favorite band, Caedmon's Call that depicts my sentiments exactly.

Sacred
this house is a good mess
it’s the proof of life
no way would I trade jobs
but it don’t pay overtime

I’ll get to the laundry
I don’t know when
I’m saying a prayer tonight
cause tomorrow it starts again

could it be that everything is sacred?
and all this time
everything I’ve dreamed of
has been right before my eyes

the children are sleeping
but they’re running through my mind
the sun makes them happy
and the music makes them unwind

my cup runneth over
and I worry about the stain
teach me to run to You
like they run to me for every little thing

when I forget to drink from you
I can feel the banks harden
Lord, make me like a stream
to feed the garden

wake up, little sleeper
the Lord, God Almighty
made your Mama keeper
so rise and shine,rise and shine
rise and shine cause

everything is sacred
and all this time
everything I’ve dreamed of
has been right before my eyes