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That means in 11 weeks I will likely be holding my son. Still can't believe it's a boy--even though the "proof shot" from the ultrasound is posted in our kitchen.
I no longer need to remind myself that I am pregnant. The thousand times a day that I bend over to wipe someone, clean something, or pick someone up remind me. Elsa has learned to sit on one side during bedtime reading.
I had so much to say about the first two pregnancies--and it is all still true. The thing that makes Peter's upcoming arrival even more exciting is knowing that the experience will be shared with my first two children who look forward to meeting him so much.
These things are not to be taken for granted. This month we said goodbye to Eric's father, my Uncle Paul. A brain tumor was discovered and within 8 months he was gone. Pain and mercy. In February a friend's sister lost her newborn to a severe brain defect, discovered at the routine 20 week ultrasound. My former pastor lost his son in April. Sixbit just had a birthday and in one week we remember the anniversary of Eric's departure.
I don't mean to throw these things in with pregnancy thoughts and recital pictures--but I can't shake the reality that life is so thin, a blade of grass--so fragile. Yet Eternity is so sure, so solid, so promising--it's about realizing both at once, as much as possible.
Living is definitely superior to blogging. I miss blogging as much as I did before, but wouldn't trade it back--though I do want to keep it up for those we love who are far away. And we do love you.
