Isn't amazing when a child puts things into perceptive. My oldest (6 years old) climbs into my bed this morning ready to seize the day. While we are doing our morning cuddle, he looks at my belly and says "Momma when is Asher coming out?" I then reply " I don't know baby, any day this week or Monday when he's ready" He then looks at me with his beautiful big eyes and says "Are you going to miss being pregnant?" Which makes me stop and think I have been so caught up in being anxious for our newest little sugarpie to arrive that I didn't give it any thought. I do love being pregnant, I love the whole thing about it. I love feeling the little peanut moving, I love that I am it's only source of nutrition, it relies on me. I love that special connection I feel because for 9 months they are completely mine. I even love giving birth. I love going in and the excitement of any moment I will be meeting that little person who God made specifically for our family. That I will be tenderly kissing those little elbows and knees that made their way into ribs and bladder. The entire process is always a miracle. While in my thought Colby just looks at me again and then says "Don't worry mom, when Asher is a little bigger you'll just get pregnant again, and then after that and after that" In which I stop him and ask "How many do you think we are having?" Colby then rolls his eyes and says "That's easy mom we are going to have 10, we are going to have an awesome big family"
Dear handsome hubby, since I know you frequent my blog I want you to know that I did not coax Colby into saying any of the above....But maybe just maybe he's a prophet. In any case strap on those boots God is about to take us on adventure.
