I'm writing as I sit on a plane cruising thirty-five hundred feet above the earth. I'm traveling back and forth...and back. Three flights within forty-eight hours. This part of the trip takes me home. Just writing the word causes me to tear up. Home! I'll blame the tears on jet lag if someone asks. Even though I'm just now on the first leg of my journey. Even though I'm not changing time zones. Even though I'm not even tired. Okay, it's not jet lag. Good thing no one will ask. It's not a full flight, and I have the whole row to myself.
I was through security in three minutes flat. I had been awarded the coveted pre-check clearance status. Whoop whoop! The Lord sure looks out for me. It's the little things. It's like that heart or short love note that I'd sometimes put on my child's paper napkin in their bagged lunch, quickly scribbled with a crayon or lipstick or whatever I could find at that moment. Tha...
Yesterday seemed like Saturday to me. I'm not sure why. But this morning I woke up thinking for an instant that it was Sunday. I love Sunday! Then, in that split second when that morning awareness thing happens I realize- no, it's only Saturday. Bummer!
I got up and made my coffee. Saturday. Work day. I'm gonna get more done today than I did yesterday. Yesterday I just wasn't feelin' it.
So, I emptied my ribbon closet and organized the ribbon. Yes, I have a ribbon closet. That's because there is not enough room in the wrapping paper section of the room downstairs for the ribbon. Ha! I scraped something gross from the corner of my kitchen floor. I sorted a basket of memories. I removed the window molding in my son's old bedroom and scrubbed the carpet. Again.
And then I took a break. The news was on the television. It is often playing in the background when something is happening that I am following....
I had plans for today. It wasn't so much what I wanted to do. Plans for stuff that I felt I had to do. Plans that included working hard and being outside in the freezing cold. Lots of lifting and carrying heavy stuff. Things that I didn't necessarily want to do, but as a responsible adult felt I had to do. Obligations.
But God had other plans. Let me first tell you that I love the early mornings. Really early mornings, lol. It's a little embarrassing to say how early some days. This morning started as one of those days. I had prayers to pray and stuff to write and thoughts to think. I had been at it for several hours when I noticed that it had lightened up a bit outside. The sun had arrived. Kinda.
A brightness caught my eye through the blinds. A white brightness. So I raised the blinds and got real happy. Dancing and shouting happy. SNOW!
Something amazing happened today! Something that will set this day apart from others for the rest of my life. :)
Calvin Peter came out of his snug, safe little home to meet me. He's perfect in every way. No, really--he is. I examined him real good. He's perfect and precious and beautiful. Bone of my bone and flesh of my flesh. He is a miracle. And I love him with all of my heart.
Calvin is the firstborn child of my firstborn child. And for this child we prayed. My daughter and son-in-law have been married for six years. Most of that time we have been praying and waiting. And then, just before medical intervention---the DAY before!---we got the news. Do not take the medication. Do not proceed with the medical plan. God has given us a child.
For nine long months I've waited to see his face. Every week I'd get a belly bump pic. Yep, you are definitely a tad bit fatter with the passing of each seven day...