I knew he wouldn't come on that day though. Or early. I would humor people that would say, "Oh he could come anytime!" when I was looking ripe. But I knew he would be late. I knew he wanted to stay as long as he could and I wanted him there as long as was safe.
If I let myself I could get all teary right this very moment at the fact that I am so lucky, so blessed, so favored, to have been given this angel boy. I worried from the moment I saw the stick read "pregnant" about his health. That is what we do, us Moms. We worry. And we tell ourselves not to worry. We tell other Moms not to worry. We reason that it will not change a thing to worry one more moment. And then we worry the moments away. All the worry was for nothing, because he is here. Tall, pink cheeked, smart, and healthy. Thank you Jesus. Thank you thank you thank you. I'll forever thank you.
"I will always love you no matter what may come.
I carried you inside myself, the two of us are one.
No matter how you fall down or how it comes undone
to me you will always be shining."
- Willy Porter, Unconditional