Expectant.…
Isn’t that the loveliest word to describe a pregnant woman?
Is there any more eager anticipation
than meeting your baby face to face,
holding her in your arms, nursing him from your own body?
And the gift divine–
that singular joy of feeling somersaults and kicks from the inside out,
the first incredible, gorgeous dance of life.
It’s why I loved being pregnant,
why I feel sorry for men,
and evidence God is especially fond of women.
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Lavishing gratitude on Sara Sophia, who asked me to join in a lovely celebration of grace and motherhood. Words of love for one I love..…..
I loved watching my wife become a mother, loved watching her hold each of our children for the first time, loved watching her connect with them in ways I could only imagine.
It’s been a privilege having a front row seat to motherhood. Her motherhood, in particular. I know her parenthood is on a whole other level because I didn’t carry our munchkins for nine months and I didn’t go through labors, deliveries, miscarriages and all the related traumas of trying to become a mom.
But I got to be right by her side as she did, which is the next best thing. Not sure how I got so lucky, but I’ll take it.
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I always think an expectant mom is beautiful it is an incredible gift from God. The closest thing to a miracle as anyone can experience. Psalm 139 tells us that God designed that miracle for we are fearfully and wonderfully made.