Making Room For a Little One

It was Christmas Eve, 2005. It was evening and a heavy wet snow was falling.

In the wee hours of that morning, I had given birth to our second child. A girl. One pound, five ounces. Less than a foot long. Against all odds, she lived...

In my own hospital room, recovering from a massive, messy, emergency c-section, I sat with my husband, opening Christmas gifts that had been mailed to us from my out-of-town family.

Maternity jeans.

A cute velour maternity top from Old Navy.

I should have had four more months of pregnancy ahead of me...

I cried. A lot.

And then, I unwrapped a gift for my not-yet-eleven-month old son. A book.

I turned the pages and gazed upon the most beautiful illustrations I had ever seen. So soft. Soft lovely. It was like they were illuminated from within.

I read the words...

There's always room for a little one.

I sobbed.

And as I reached the last page, I choked out the words,

"That cold winter's night, beneath the star's light, a little one came for the world."

To this day, Room for a Little One is my very favorite story to read at Christmastime. It is simple. It is beautiful. It gets right to the core of it without overwhelming tender young hearts and minds. And it is true...

There's always room for a little one.

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