Rachel Grace Davis joined our family this week, and yesterday she arrived home with Katherine and Chad, her doting parents. There to welcome the little angel were neighbors, friends, grandparents, and assorted relatives (including yours truly).
I sat with Grandmothers Ann and Sandra Kay as they waited for the threesome to arrive home from the hospital, and as we chatted and laughed together, the feeling of love in the Davis home was so strong that I could feel it even though the “principal players” weren’t even there! Anyone who walked through the door would have felt it…sort of like a steady hum.
By the time Katherine and Chad arrived with the little one, a dozen or so other folks had joined the reception committee. Suddenly she was there, all six pounds and three ounces of her. We know that babies can hear even before birth (seven months in utero), and I think she liked the sounds of gaiety and happiness that she heard when her father carried her into their home. From the moment the black-haired, blue-eyed beauty came inside, she was kissed, caressed, hugged, stroked, fed, comforted, and ahhed (sp.?) over by people from two to sixty-two.
When I walked back to her pink bedroom where she was “holding court” in the arms of her Aunt Mary, it seemed to me that Rachel was smiling. And why shouldn’t she be? She was surrounded by love. Her room is a dream room decorated for the princess she is. Hanging on a dresser knob was a smocked “Carolina” dress…yes, black and garnet. Stacked in her crib and atop the dressing table were monogrammed blankets, diapers, tiny clothes, and furry stuffed animals. That afternoon gifts ranging from books to dresses were added to the collection.
I don’t know what it is about a baby that brings out such an outpouring of love and elation, but I got a clue from a card someone gave the parents. The words said simply, “Jesus loves me.” Yes, He does and so does her family. We’re graced to have Rachel Grace among us.