Change, overnight…

Abigail. Tonight is the last night you will spend not knowing Mommy or Daddy.

Tomorrow is the first day we will walk together.

While we were awake into the night, anxious to meet you, you were sleeping,

unaware of the love and life that is waiting for you in the bright morning of a new day.

I feel joy!

Change, overnight.

I know this feeling…

Jackson. I remember these feelings. Yes, just before I met you.

Then, as now, we waited for you to come into our life.

Then, as now, I knew I had but hours

until I would hold you in the bright morning of a new day.

I feel joy!

And I cry.

Change, overnight.

I know this feeling.

And a gift is given…

I soak in warm moments of remembered joy, present joy; the gift comes into focus.

It is not that we are giving you so much, Abigail.

It is not that we have given you so much, Jackson.

The gift given is in both of you, to us.

In you we see angels dancing and the nearness of God’s love.

Doubt fades away and we sing the song of heaven.

I feel joy!

And I cry.

You are grace.

Change, overnight.