Wednesday, August 26, 2009
The baby above is about 54 days from conception. Although I'm not quite so far along, it's sweet to think of my newest baby hard at work -- growing bone and skin, eyelashes and a healthy, blood-pumping heart.
Grow, baby, grow!
Dear Baby, I am so blissfully aware of your presence. You are my fourth child and I am so honored to carry you.
Your oldest brother's arrival in my womb, I greeted with the hyper-excitement of a 7-year-old about to get her first puppy.
Your other older brother -- I greeted with ... I hate to say ... fear ( "how could I possibly handle 2 babies?!")
And your other, other older brother, again -- fear ("3?! -- yup -- we're Catholic now!")
But you ... you have made me so deeply happy. I had a feeling you'd be coming, and now that your here, I sense God's love and mercy in a way I hadn't before you arrived. The fear must have been hammered out of me -- stomped out by an army of muddy sneaker-clad brothers. Because, I only wish you were already here in my arms.