Three Months.

Baby,
here I am at three months with you. The sun was setting, the magic hour was here, and I asked your dad to go on an adventure with me… to make some memories lest we forget. Lest I forget how small my tummy once was, since you’ve got so much growing still to do! You’re only about as big as my thumb, but you’ve already shaped my life. Yesterday I got to hear your heart. Beating, beating. It was faster than I thought it should be, but hearing that sound of life made my heart skip. My eyes got tears. Your grandpa’s eyes teared up too. It doesn’t feel real, and yet you are. We wonder when I will start to feel your little arms and legs moving? Sometimes I feel like I already do, and your dad thinks its possible. I can’t wait to get to know you. You’re already so beautiful to us.

Each day is a new journey, a new travelling experience through this life. The other day I was so sick I thought I would never feel like myself again, and then yesterday I had so much more energy! It was a blessing. So.. I reorganized some things in the kitchen, made myself eat a lot, and took advantage of the possibly second-trimester-wind I was getting. Today I’m a little less enthusiastic, but it’s been a great Saturday. We got up early, and started on productive things. I took stock of some early Christmas presents we’d gotten, to check and see who else we need to buy for. That made me giddy, thinking of the holidays. They are exciting to me this year, especially with a little one who will be moving around by Thanksgiving! Maybe at Christmas everyone will be able to feel it! Wow. Anyhow, I loved our photoshoot tonight. Troy’s the best photographer, and I like being his model. Whew. Sorry my blogging has lagged, but as you see, things have been all over the place! This miracle has me in awe, in tears, and in laughing fits. I have doubted myself, questioned all of the advice that I’m getting (I’ve also been reading a fair share of do’s and don’ts… whew) and it can definitely be overwhelming. Reassuring me is God’s ever constant promise: I will never leave you, nor forsake you. The fact that He knows this little one by name. His love for me. God is good. More soon.

❤ M

Sitting Under a Tree

 

There is something about sunshine, leaves, and bundling up… that makes me turn into “that one girl” who sits around and watches people.  I’m not obsessed, just interested.  Today I just needed some air, so I sat under a big tree.  No big deal, just the bench, the tree, and me.  Having a good ole time.  Not to mention the sun was making everything gorgeous, waving its golden beams into and over everything in sight… deceiving every inside onlooker thinking that it’s warm outside.  It’s lying.  It’s frigid out.  BUT any cold day is much more bearable with the sun, even this one.

So I sat outside, people watching, for only about fifteen minutes.  But in that short span, there are so many stories that can walk right by you.  Right past you, and on into your brain.  I see a man who looks like he’s late for something, very businesslike, yet i’ve never seen him before.  Walking brisquely by, I doubt he’s a professor.  I wonder what he’s late for.

There’s a cute cozy little couple, holding hands while walking and just generally focusing on looking cute.  Poking fun at one another, no doubt.  They make me think of my own romance, and how much fun flirting with your loved one is.  Especially laughing while walking.  Then there is a tall very boylike college student, who barely seems he could be old enough to enter college, and I wonder at how he will look and be when he’s sixty.  He is so very boyish that it’s quite difficult to imagine him as an old man!  His mannerisms are all awkward, like someone who just had an enormous growth spurt, and whose body is still sorting out the difference.  Maybe he just did.

Then I wonder about how many people have walked in my shoes, sat down under this tree, and began with their people watching.  It’s like a little circle of life: how many stories the tree could tell!  And as the story goes, I am also one in the plot, who plopped down under the tree, thinking of life and all those around me.  Interesting, isn’t it?