Waiting For A


Cloth diapers are in the first drawer. Blankets are on her ladder. Richard Parker is patiently waiting in her crib. Almost every afternoon, I impatiently sit on her glider.

We just had one big ultrasound and that was going to give us some final answers, but that didn't happen.  So, here we are waiting.

We're waiting to know how we'll welcome her into the world. We're waiting for the best time to place our hospital bag in the car.  We're waiting for the drive to the hospital.  We're waiting for the monitors to get hooked up to my big belly. We're waiting for the moment the nurse lets us know that it's time to either push or prep for her arrival. We're waiting. We're exactly 7 weeks and 6 days away from her official due date. We know the wait may take a few days less or even a few more. But we're waiting.

In the middle of this waiting room, I find myself growing agitated with the smallest thoughts.  And, nervous. And, I find myself pacing back and forth in my mind. Do we have everything? Are we ready? Is the checklist cleared off? And in the middle of it all, my yearning to finally hold her has driven me to tears. I'm ready for you, A.

Even though it's been mostly a blink of an eye, it feels like we have been waiting for a lifetime for this precious one. We've waited through blood tests. We've waited through exams. We've waited through ultrasounds where we see her beautiful face. We've waited through His moments of silence.  We've waited through His perfect timing. All I feel like we've done is wait.

But through it all we wait to reach the perfect little one who is "more precious than rubies" (Proverbs 3:15). We wait for the moment that we can count her toes and fingers. We wait for the moment daddy can finally hold her. We wait for the moment where we hold our entire world in our hands. The moment that we can dedicate this new life to the Lord.

Oh, precious girl, we're waiting for you.