My suitcase is filled with clothes that are bright and colorful and scream that I am leaving this cold, grey town for sunny skies and time with my most kindred of kindred spirits.
While the spirits that I leave behind twirl on tip toes and baby legs and ask me to stay, I tell them I'll be home soon. Then I whisper in their ears how much I love them, and that they are my favorite Libby and Maggie in the whole world. Then I kiss them an excessive amount because once I start it is nearly impossible to stop.
It would seem motherhood is all set to change me again. A strange 12 weeks of something I didn't expect kept me from telling our little secret. Every time I've told a new person that "yes, it is true," slight anxiety and fear has rolled over me, hurling questions through my head that maybe perhaps it is not true and I dreamed the whole thing up.
Part of teaching us to love just a little bit more.
I can almost picture his face, and it is beautiful.
Grace and Peace
(ps for the record, if this sweet surprise turns out to be another girl we will be equally excited bc we do baby girl very well, and think of the money we will save on baby clothes;)