Well, today- Wednesday, September 20th- marks 2 months of Eliot’s life. A cookout will mark the occasion. We’ve decided there is no way to adequately celebrate the joy that 2 months of Eliot has provided. Ginny and I are so thankful that we know our son. We know his faces, we know his noises, we know that bath time and baby massage are his favorite daily activities.
Thanks to everyone who sent postcards. We’ll post some pictures of all the cards and birthday bash soon.
This week brought an all-new round of triumphs and challenges. Eliot has finally had more success going to the bathroom. After quite a bit of experimentation, he is doing much better in this department. Also, he has done well with his increased feedings and continues to add rolls faster than a Baptist potluck. Finally, after many dead ends, we were thrilled to find a food pump that better suits Eliot’s needs.
Eliot has had a stopped up nose this week, which may sound inconsequential, but has made some things more difficult. Breathing, feeding, and resting can all be frustrated by a runny nose. Feel free to offer up a prayer for the little guy’s nose. With that said, Eliot is doing well and continues to amaze.
As you can see from the pictures, Eliot has managed to suck his thumb. We saw his desire to do so develop about 2 weeks ago, and we would give him a little help. Because his hand is clenched, getting the thumb actually in the mouth was quite a task. We tried not helping him to see what he would do, and, although, as you can see, he sometimes thumbs his chin instead, he is figuring it out.
Eliot continues to teach, and we continue in our pursuit to pass on the lessons learned.
I must admit that, until recently, I have never longed for heaven. Don’t get me wrong, it has always been somewhere I eventually wanted to be; it sounded great and all, but, honestly, I enjoy the here and now just fine. I looked at heaven as through a telescope. It was a nice place, not too distant, the surface of which reminded me of my current surroundings.
Scripture describes the feelings that we as believers should have for the afterlife with these words: longing, burdened, & groaning. Whatever my affections for heaven were, these words would not be an apt description for them.
Enter Eliot…he is my reminder, my illumination. This world is out of kilter. Not quite right. Eliot’s head bobs with each breath. His heart has a hole in it. The list continues from there.
For the first time, I long for heaven. I want to be there. I want it worse than any desire that I have ever experienced. This world will no longer suffice. I am restless for that which lies beyond.
Eliot has revealed the distance from earth to the afterward. He has taken my telescope and fashioned a magnifying glass- and the true distance from here to home has been exposed.
so that what is mortal may be swallowed up by life…
We…would prefer to be away from the body and at home with the Lord.
II Corinthians 5
Matt & Ginny Mooney
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