Noting the half way point of any occasion usually means it’s
an event big enough to be approached with anticipation. This week we hit that landmark in our
pregnancy and it was met with a face so precious I couldn’t have dreamt it up
if I tried.
For the past 4 weeks I have felt his presence in a way that
is bigger than just not being able to button my pants. It began with a flutter as I drove down the
road, then another until a peace of comfort followed that filled my soul and
poured out into a smile. His gentle hello's have become more frequent and in the past week have been quite strong; enough so for
Barry to be able to feel movement, or as my Granny so perfectly describes it, “feeling life”.
My heart has once more been put at ease with the sight and
sounds of our baby boy filling a monitor and answering prayers. His little body looking perfect as a peach,
and his movements as sweet as a freshly baked pie, I’ve been on cloud nine
since. As the ultrasound tech moved in
close on his face we watched as he nuzzled his little head back and forth
against his current home as if he were lying on a pillow.
I am more excited
than ever to meet this darling boy, to hold him, kiss him from head to toe, and
watch him while he sleeps. I can’t
imagine what our life will be like with the addition of his presence among us
but I’m anxiously awaiting the day we find out.
As excited as we are I won’t dare rush him here. There is much to be done and much to be
enjoyed as I graciously soak up the privelage of housing God’s work at
hand.
Sweet baby F, mama loves you so.
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