I was reminded of how I felt when he was first placed in my arms. The spirit told me he would be a powerful influence of good. He would bless many lives and that his birth and the people who had been touched by him already, was proof of that.
Sometimes I forget about that experience, like when I am trying to vacuum but my superman needs to be held because the humming of the cleaner frightens him. I get into the mom routine and forget the greater callig I have. I need to better myself for him. I need to be his rock. Solid and steadfast.
I saw me in him tonight. His smile felt like mine. We were whispering to eachother about how excited we are to become an eternal family. Anytime I talk about the temple, he stares into my eyes and smiles from ear to ear. The toothless grin melts me. His tossed, golden locks remind me of his birth mom, but I am glad that he has some of me in him too. We also devised a plan to make his baby blessing beyond memorable for all in attendance. ( I'll share our secret, if you promise not to tell anyone.) We decided that when J gives him his blessing at church he would burst out into a million giggles and won't stop until the blessing is done. Superman loved that idea and showed me his approval by practicing his giggles as he half-heartedly sucked on his binki. Oh I can't wait.
I wish everyone could feel loved the way he and I do. I don't know why others don't have it. It makes me want to change the world. Everyone deserves love, no matter what choices they have made. I know that and God is love. If only everyone could find him.