Dear __________,
I'm sorry you don't have a name yet. But don't worry, you'll get one. I promise. Life in the past several months has been amazing. Your life. I feel it. All of it. Every hiccup, every slide of the knee against my stomach, every stretch that contorts my abdomen. And it never gets old. In a few weeks I get to meet you. And see your face, and snuggle your little rolled body against my neck. But I will miss having you a part of me.
And today, as I am grateful for the miracle that you are--the miracle that life is--I can't help but think of those who long for and have lived for this experience, but for reasons known only to our Creator, haven't had it yet. For them, I am grateful for an understanding of eternity, for the hope of promised blessings, and the Sacrifice of a Savior that can replace worry with wonder, concern with comfort and despair with determination.
You come into a world that sometimes doesn't seem to make sense, my son. But the greatest hope is that in the end it always does.
And for that, I will always be grateful.
Love always,
Your Momma
