BABY D’S DAY
🌷I have been dreaming about a baby shower for decades. In reality, it has only been two and a half years, but for all that time, a baby shower seemed so far off in the future, that it would never arrive.
Walking into the home of the woman that married us, seeing the decorations and all the special, little details (my favorite) that my mom and her spent countless hours perfecting, brought tears to my eyes. As woman after friend after cousin after child arrived, my heart grew. And then, when the day couldn’t get any better, our sweet carrier came, with her daughter in tow (who was THE BEST present-opening-helper one could imagine). Knowing that my daughter was with me during this shower, seeing our carrier chat with the women that mean so much to me, was beyond special. The culmination of years of pain and heartbreak finally being healed. Seeing all the women that stood by my side and helped me when I didn’t know if I could keep pushing forward, and then having the woman who made my dream of having a baby a reality, was one of the greatest moments of my life. Knowing that our little one will have these women around her for all her days, is priceless.
The morning after the shower, I was more restless than I have ever been. It was like the reality of our daughter’s imminent arrival suddenly became very real. So, at 4:30 in the morning, I decided to go to town, and start organizing all the presents from the day before, hauling all of them up three flights of stairs (from my car, where I had left them the evening prior,) and in turn, waking my poor family (and their toddler).
I am not a morning person. Definitely not some “energized” before 7 AM, but something about that morning, I could have run a marathon, taken the Bar Exam, and continued to hang up all the pink and white things. Our baby is just around the corner, and I am so ready for her.
As the weekend drew to a close, and my southern family headed back to Tennessee, I was left with this remarkable realization that this baby means so much to so many people. Phil and I, of course, know the impact she has had on us, but she also holds so much meaning for so many others. She is the denouement of years and years of people fighting for her and supporting us. Her arrival is an attestation that “it all matters.” All the cards, the bagels, the text messages, the prayers, the thoughts, the phone calls. They all matter. Nothing is too small. Nothing is insignificant. The fact that Baby D will be arriving soon is proof of this.🌷
