The other night, I was laying bed reading a book. Gretchen had some photoshopping to do for a previous wedding that she had done, so she sat down in bed with the laptop and did her thing.
While editing her photos, she jumped slightly and grabbed my hand and put it on her belly.
Sure enough, I felt the baby kick.
It was such a nice thing to feel again. I had forgotten what it was like to feel a baby kicking. It just makes the whole thing so real.
Tomorrow we go to the hospital to find out what gender this one will be.
I am really happy about this new child coming into the world, but it also weighs me with a sense of dread.
It reminds me the seriousness of the feelings I have. The responsibility to all those that count on me.
Gretchen once told me that I always have a choice. "Even though you may not be comfortable with it, you still have the choice."
Now what?
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