It's a blessing to see a new baby. There is so much promise and beauty in their tiny bodies... a whole life of secrets.
What will their favorite color be? Favorite food? What will their laugh sound like? Will they enjoy music or art?
Erich's parents have a lifetime of learning who he is - who he will be - which is simply the greatest gift of parenthood.
This winter we will meet the new addition to our family. She's already displaying some of her personality traits. Unlike her brother, she loves to dance under her daddy's hands when they are placed on my belly - his voice gets her wiggling closer to it. The same goes for her older brother's touch and voice - but the dog avoids her. Which is odd since the dog adored the bump her brother inhabited. She goes by what will be her first name - something I never thought I would do - but her name just fits and a nickname doesn't. Her brother rocked his utero nickname so hard he had it up until a few months ago. We knew his middle name since conception - we can't begin to narrow her's down.
She's stubborn and likes attention, she's made me ill, scared and I move like a graceful iceberg... but I am desperate to see what she will look like. Who she will be.
There is so much magic and wonder in babies. Perhaps it is because it is the creation of a person who the world will spend the next few decades discovering