Six Weeks Gone
My neighbor must be heading to work. I can hear his truck rolling on the gravel drive behind us with the windows open to let in some fresh spring air that smells so sweet and cool at 5:29am. And I am laying here with my six week old angel. Six weeks of pure joy and adjustment. She is adjusting to me and I to her. Now, she snoozes in the crook of my arm with her head on my arm and her hand on my chest. My whole body and being sustained her for that long stretch of months where I felt her wiggle and grow within me. Now, I still sustain and grow her along with my husband. I know now what my mom meant when she would say she never has any privacy. My whole body and self are exposed and touched out pretty much all day every day. But it has been the most valuable time in my life. I am thankful for the last six weeks of growing and adjusting along side my husband as we accept the fact that we are parents. That carries a heavy load, another load that I must surrender to The Lord because