Baby to Be,

In the tiniest depths of my womb you were formed by a Master Craftsman. A plan and purpose designed and etched into your invisible make up. Like a weaver at a tapestry, choosing each colorful thread with artistic purpose, you were created in me.

Sometimes the knowledge of you was a breathtaking surprise that sent our lives into a quick whirlwind of anticipation and preparation. Other times we waited sometimes for days or months or even years, but we continually prayed and anxiously hoped for the day we would hear news that you were on your way. And other times, we had small angels that went ahead before you to be heavenly brothers and sisters looking out for you from above. Regardless of the timing; the Master Craftsman's timing and placement of you in our lives was perfect: for you were destined to be here for a moment and time such as this.

With the first months there were small signs that you were on your way to meet me. Afternoon naps were mom's little slice of heaven. Smells like stinky socks became unbearable, and even old comforting foods like homemade vegetable soup suddenly seemed quite disgusting. Sweets like cinnamon rolls and cake batter ice cream suddenly tasted as if the Master Craftsman's chef had specifically created them in Heaven's kitchen just for you and me.

As the months progressed, I waited in anticipation to feel your presence for the first time. It might have been a rumble: Was I just hungry? It might have been a flutter of butterflies: Was I just nervous? It might have been the slightest, smallest, tiniest movement on the inside of my wombbut whatever the feeling, it was a small, quiet, bodily whisper that let me knowYes, this is you!

With the weeks passing, my belly rounded into a little mound and then smoothed into a small pooch and then grew like a little hidden balland then stretched out like a watermelon growing large on a summer vinestretching and growing until there almost seemed to be no room left! Weekly you let those around us know that you were on your way!

Speaking of those around usThere was so much excitement and love and eager anticipation for your arrival. There were squeals of excitement and tears of joy from those who heard the Good News. Grandmas began knitting blankets and finding Sunday dresses or suits, grandpas finished long overdue projects and fixer uppers around the house, uncles began safety inspections to make sure no light socket was left unattended, aunts and cousins and friends planned

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