It sure felt like the 8 months I was pregnant went by so SLOW.
It was like weeks and weeks of Christmas Eve... the total anticipation before the big day.
In spite of being given a very scary diagnosis for our son while he was still growing inside me; I felt a peace that was really unexplainable.
Oh I worried... don't doubt that. But I felt a constant reminder that this time of expecting that I had waited all my life for, would be so short that it would be utterly wasteful to spend it borrowing tomorrow's troubles.
Tell me moms, did it drive you absolutely insane waiting to meet your child? Waiting to find out if they were a boy or girl? Who they looked like? Whose monkey hair they had? (Oh wait, that might have been just our kid, sorry).
I like to think that part of Itty Bit's miracle was to teach me to appreciate. To drop my busy-ness and set aside the things that won't matter when he's grown. To breathe in the moments because life is now.
Because all those moments that I had imagined and assumed would be mine someday... became all the sweeter after the years of waiting. It might seem simple (and it is) but I absolutely cherish the delight on my son's face when he realized I was encouraging him to jump on the bed with me. Then to crawl into the laundry basket and consider falling asleep in it (him, not me).
He'll be too big to do this for long - that was not lost on me. Talk about trying to take it all in.
It was perfectly ordinary. Perfectly.