Well, my dear friends, here I am again. This time I am not alone. In fact, I will never be truly alone for the next 7 1/2 months. Yes, I am pregnant. Although not planned
by us, this is the most beautiful thing to happen to us since our wedding (and each subsequent morning waking up next to each other). To think that a little bit of Anders and a little bit of me and the breath of God Almighty has created, in an instant, a whole new tiny person. And to think that that little human is growing and developing
inside of me is something my mind has a hard time comprehending.
I wonder about my child. Will my child be a son or daughter? Will he like to read like me, or listen like his papa? Will she like to sing silly songs with her papa, or have to have all the words right like me? Will he like to hunt, fish, shoot guns, and ride horses? Will she love the kitchen and concocting savory dishes? Will he like to play Scrabble? Run races? Will she love to pray and study the Word like her grandparents? Who will he fall in love with and fight for? Who will she wait for, trusting God with her heart?
Can Anders and I teach our child to love these things, to be an
overcomer in this world? Will I be the kind of mama who can say no or yes when it is right? I know I will make mistakes. I pray that God will help us learn to be the papa and mama our baby needs us to be.
I love you, my child. Grow strong and healthy.
I can't wait to see you, touch you, smell your sweet, warm scent.
Toes that keep tiny fuzzies between them.
Ears that will lay perfectly like Papa's.
Eyelashes that curl softly against your soft, chubby cheeks.
The faintest wisps of eyebrows.
Dimples in your elbows and knees.
Curious, tiny fingers and exploring mouth.
I love you.
