I am sitting here in a nearly empty house. The dog on the floor, the cat on the bed, and Levi in his crib napping.
This may be the last time, for a long time, that I am surrounded by tranquility without a bustling house of children, husband, animals, new baby, homework, laundry, and the works. I have my my worship music cranked. The birthing pool is filled and heated in the corner. The floors are vacuumed. Oatmeal-cranberry-raisin cookies are baked; fresh bread is cooling on the butcher block.
At 4:30 am I awoke to my belly tightening rhythmically. After ignoring the first few attempts of it to wake me, I decided to start timing and start my day. They continued steadily until around 10:30 am, when they decided to peter off and give me a break. Jose picked Micah up from school and let me rest a while, and now they are off hiking in the woods with my two brother-in-laws who are helping Micah have a "manly" day. Levi is sleeping, and I am back to contractions picking up again.
Little one, I have been in anticipation of this day for nearly nine months now. Not necessarily the day you will come into the world, I know, but the day when you start preparing to make your arrival. Your father and I have prayed for the last nine months that your birth would be supernatural, that you would arrive safely, healthily, and peacefully, into the welcome arms of a loving family at home. That my labor with you would be amazing. That your father and I would work as a team, because we both know that the adventure of birth is not one to be had alone. That you would be healthy and strong, that you and I would tolerate labor and birth well, and that you would be accepted by your brothers. Your dad and I want this whole event to glorify God and be a testament to how prayer and preparation work.
Philippians 4:6-7 have been in my head since last night- "Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done. Then you will experience God’s peace, which exceeds anything we can understand. His peace will guard your hearts and minds as you live in Christ Jesus."
I feel you hiccuping away between contractions. Your brother is awake from his nap now and eating a cookie, and I am wondering when your dad and oldest brother are making their way home from adventures of swashbuckling, imaginary wild attacking animals, and awesome uncles that are probably helping him have the time of his life.
I can't wait to meet you, to smell your sweet skin, to see your face and figure out who you look like. To become a whole family of five, to add our pumpkin to the patch, and start our next chapter in our crazy Moli-mania life.
You write so beautifully. My dearest little 1 Grammy has been praying for 9 months too from much the same thing as your mom and dad have prayed. Your grandma used to be a worrier, but I have such peace about your birth, that has come as I have prayed. I know in my heart The Lord Jesus has it all under control. Your mommy and I have a special moment A few weeks ago When I got to lay my hands on her belly, and on you really, and pray blessings over her and you. Not only are you a miracle of God And special to our family... but you have a pretty special family too. I knew very early Your mommy and daddy would marry each other. Grammy saw it from the beginning. The. love has grown over the years. But even more importantly You are blessed with 2 parents Who love the Lord Jesus with all their hearts. They try every day to live for Him and they will teach you how to Love Jesus too. And they will love you with all their heart and soul. Your mommy and daddy are very special people. Your mommy was my first baby She has been 1 of the greatest gift God ever gave me. So dear little 1 We are all so excited for your appearance. You were interestingly where you are so loved. Grammy can hardly wait to meet you and to see your precious face. Oh yeah 1 last thing You have two pretty cool brothers And they are waiting for you too.
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