In a Year

I think a lot about what things will be like a year from now. Or even six months from now. A year from now, if we go to a festival, we'll have a baby that's eight months old. We'll be pushing a stroller again, we haven't needed one for awhile. I was happy when we could start leaving it behind and the kids could just walk. I look forward to pushing a stroller again...

A year from now, when we go swimming in Grandma and Grandpa's pool I'll have a baby on my hip, splashing in the water and shielding him from splashes from Archer and Shelly. Now I spend my time just trying to get them to come off the steps, encouraging them to splash all they want if they'll just be brave and come out a little further...

A year from now I won't feel those little kicks inside my abdomen, feel that strange movement that I know is him growing and squirming around, tucked safely inside. He'll be kicking me from the outside, grabbing my hair and sticking his fingers in my mouth or his own mouth or wherever else looks interesting...

A year from now I won't be wondering what his face looks like, I'll get to see it every day, see his beautiful eyes looking back at me and taking in the world around him, everything new to him and all of it a place to be touched, tasted, explored...

Six months from now he will be two months old, too young to get away when I want to hug and cuddle him, too young to escape my kisses. He will have already had his first Thanksgiving and Christmas and New Year's...

Today I am already in love with him and thinking of him constantly and hoping for the best possible future. I'm so excited to meet this boy, this precious gift that God has given to our family. Just a few short months to wait!