|Click, clack, "So my story begins..."|
As the clock ticks out the last hours of 2017, your Daddy and I are more excited than we’ve ever been for the turn of a new year. Why? Because this is the year and the expected month that YOU will be born, and we will become parents for the first time!
We’ve been patiently waiting to meet you, and now that the day draws close at hand, my heart is overflowing with love, and I want to tell you how it all came to be.
When your father and I went unto the Altar of God and exchanged vows before the priest and family and friends, we hoped it would only be a matter of time before God would ask of us this special favor: to be your parents.
Nine months later, in the spring, we found out I was pregnant with you, and were amazed. In fact, we could hardly believe the good news! I took the pregnancy twice just to be absolutely sure, and at noon, after the second test, I texted Daddy at work:
“The angel of the Lord declared unto Mary…”
And he texted back, finishing the opening line of the Angelus prayer:
“…and she conceived by the Holy Spirit.”
I told him that test #2 was unmistakably obvious: POSITIVE!
It took hours, days and weeks for the news to sink in, because the miracle of your life, which we have so desired and prayed for, we’ve been told will change everything!
The joyous news of our pregnancy, however, came on the heels of very sad news. On May 10th, 2017, your great granddaddy, my maternal grandpa, Ralph, breathed his last in the nursing home. As our whole family went into grieving for Grandpa and the loving, gentle, faithful man he was, it was less than a week later that I learned that a new life had been conceived and given us. So, before we even told anyone else, I felt that Grandpa was already “in on the secret” and that perhaps, in some mysterious way, his passing had made room for a new member on our family tree, someone he’ll not know here on earth but who shares his blood line.
While our hearts were heavy, our tears budded into hope. For the same God who takes life, gives life, and calls us to be with Him for eternity. He holds the world in His hands; He created the stars in the firmament of the heavens, and He counts every one of the hairs on our heads (Luke 12:7).
Therefore, we announced the news of you to all our parents when we were home for the funeral. Daddy dropped clues like “Here’s an extra hamburger for Christina now that she’s eating for two!” which elicited a look of astonishment from the grandparents. And “Stay healthy, Dad, because you’re going to be a grandpa again!” … “The family tree is growing!” Seeing our parents’ faces light up with surprise and the laughter that followed, I found comfort in knowing that “There is an appointed time for everything, and a time for every affair under the heavens. A time to give birth, and a time to die…A time to mourn, and a time to dance” (Eccl. 3:1-4).
As you grew little by little each day, Mommy’s body began to change, and she began to experience a real care and concern for you, wanting to protect you. We began to imagine what you will look like and who you will be. Mommy read books and tracked your size as you grew from the size of a pea to a blueberry, a walnut, a lemon, an avocado, a cantaloupe…
The first trimester was challenging. Mommy felt queasy and tired by day’s end, due to your rapid growth the first weeks. There were some close calls on hot summer days when I nearly fainted in public and had to remember to carry a fan with me when leaving the house. The second trimester though brought bliss. I felt a rebound of energy and motivation and good enough to do just about everything, including flying home to the Midwest and having a family baby shower for you, going on adventures with Daddy, nesting and preparing our house for a little child.
Family and friends have been sending gifts for you, such as clothes and diapers and toys, so much so that it has felt like a very long Christmas at our house! So many boxes have arrived that our U.S. Postal Service lady is aware of your upcoming birth!
Then came the third trimester, the final haul, with sleepless nights and diabetic monitoring. My belly bump has grown quite firm and full, with you squirming and stretching your fingers and toes, and swimming around like a little beluga whale. All your moving around tells me that you are healthy and strong! And the challenges of these final weeks are preparing me with the incentive to push you out into the world! For that is what by God’s grace was meant to happen all along: to birth you, my little image, into the world to be a sign of the faithful, fruitful love between Daddy and Mommy. You will be your own unique individual who the Lord loves and has a beautiful plan for your future. I am just privileged to nurture and carry you inside of me for a brief time of your life. After nine months of you being inside of Mommy, coming and going with us everywhere we go, Daddy talks to you and says he can’t wait to have “his turn” to hold you and feel your skin, and smell you, and carry you around!
We have felt the honor of parenting already when choosing your name, one for if you are a girl and another if you are a boy. This name, by which you can be known and loved, is a name whose meaning is significant to us and expresses our hopes for you! We love you so much already and always will! Your arrival will be one of the most joyous days of our lives.
With full and hopeful hearts,
Mommy and Daddy