I have fallen in love with these tiny baby marmosets. One day, I pray, I will own one. I have earnestly prayed for one. Strange? Maybe. But in one sense, I haven't ever really felt that I have gotten to mourn our baby boy, Samuel's, death. So much has happened since his birth, and death. We had our memorial service, then said Good-Bye to Hannah, and then a week after his death, our 2nd oldest had her first baby, and he was in the hospital a full week after developing a wet lung shortly after birth. Once he was home, it was 2 weeks after and our oldest daughter had out first granddaughter, Alona. Then Alona ended up with jaundice and had to be under biliroubin lights for several days, and had to have her biliroubin blood count checked daily at the hospital. Wow, see, one thing after another. And while I LOVE helping out my children, AND being a grandma so -so much, but life has gone on and I haven't really just sat and mourned. I haven't gotten truly ecstatically excited about anything special since then. Oh yes, I may be happy about many things, and my grandkids make me smile every day, but that "gut bursting excitement" isn't there in the same way. Well looking at these babies (yes baby monkeys), has given me that excitement back. I would love one to pieces!!!!! And yes, I know that they are not humans, and they are animals, I have read much on the subject and found that they can make very good pets if bottle fed from a week on to older. I have this great desire in my heart to have one, and I believe that God will make a way to give me the desires of my heart if I am living for HIM. I believe in God's promise to give us the desires of our heart, and one day soon, I pray to actually own one. :+)
