It was five something Sunday morning when I finally decided to go to the hospital on August 26th 2007.
40 weeks to the day, I was about to have my second daughter who yet had a name.
Accompanied by my best friend, my mother and our handy film maker (your dad), We triumphed a successful delivery.
When Dr. Kyle held you up to show me what a great job I did, I cried. I cried as I cry now, remembering the thick black hair that stood on your head and hearing your bellowing scream of new breath.
You were real!
After the initial shock, I cradled you, stared into your innocent eyes, and fell in love. Yet, you still didn't have name.
In my hospital bag I brought with me the same book I used to pick out your sister’s name. I had to get to work! It could never be something that wasn’t strong, meaningful, and designed for the person that it was given to. This was serious business for me and yet, it took about five minutes.
Kaela- Hebrew/Arabic “Beloved Sweetheart”
Elizabeth- Hebrew “Consecrated to God”
My beautiful daughter, you have been designed for a special purpose that only you can fulfill, only you can embrace, and only you can walk. I will vow to lead you into the hands that formed you from my womb.
I am reminded of my position, as I am reminded of the meanings of your name. You are blessed dear Kaela Elizabeth and I am blessed that I was chosen to guide you.
