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Happy Mother’s Day

I love you, Michelle. I am so amazed and excited about how our world together is about to change. We have had some major rugs pulled out from under us over the course of the past nine months, yet I have seen even more grace, humility, and tenderness out of you than I ever could have hoped. In the many, many, MANY times during all of this when I have been at far less than my best, you have stepped in and lifted me up when there’s no way I deserved it (you’re pregnant, you shouldn’t be lifting that much weight).

I know right now, weeks away from his arrival, things seem kind of scary and down to the wire. I had no idea that 9 months was such a short period of time to prepare for something like this. And it hasn’t really gone the way I’d have written it in a book. But you know what, that’s our story, and please know that there is no one who I’d rather be sharing my life with today. Maybe we’ll feel prepared for him (if anybody ever feels prepared) or maybe we won’t. But when he gets here, I’m certain that all our worries and things we never got done in time will float on by. We have more great friends in our life than I ever dreamed of having. Our family is right here with us, and they really do have our backs. And somehow, even when things have seemed impossible, God has always provided for us.

I sit here sometimes and just think about our time with our son, after the delivery, when it’s just you, me, and him in the room. I don’t know when that will happen, but I think about the three of us, with nothing around us and it’s quiet, and we’re just staring at him, dumbfounded and amazed that we created this little person, and that we get to spend the rest of our lives loving him.

I love you. This stuff is real. You’re already a mommy, he’s just on the inside. And apparently a world class martial arts expert.

Happy Mother’s Day.

1 thought on “Happy Mother’s Day”

  1. How beautiful!

    I think my very sweetest, most precious memories are of the first night with Clark in the hospital. I couldn’t bring myself to put him in the bassinet they provided, so he spent the night cuddled up next to me, nursing. Even though I was exhausted from hours of labor, I woke up constantly to look at him, readjust, marvel, adore. Tiny things like him throwing a hand onto my chest just killed me. His skin was so soft. I used one fingertip to stroke his little face over and over, amazed at how it felt.

    It is incredible to get to spend the rest of your life loving your child, but what really gets me is that he loves me back. That open, whole-hearted, easy love is beyond words.

    I’m so thrilled for you guys :) I was thinking about you this morning too! Maybe we’ll bump into each other at church.

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