Have you ever been so excited as when you are expecting the birth of a child?
For me, it’s like waiting for Christmas when I was a kid.
Back in the years before I knew the magic of Christmas was less magical than it seemed, I can remember the days and weeks before filled with anticipation. Had I been a good boy, enough so that I would get all I asked for from Santa? When Thanksgiving hit, time both sped up and slowed down.
Christmas Eve would arrive and then Christmas morning. But we always needed to wait until after Church to dive in to the presents. In the end, it really didn’t matter what we received, we always seemed to be happy that we had received a boat load of stuff.
My wife and I have reached Thanksgiving and soon, Christmas, the birth of our child, will be upon us. It feels like yesterday, when I found my wife’s pregnancy test in her coat pocket. The last 8 months have been a blur, like the time between Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve. But here we sit on Christmas Eve, and time has slowed to a crawl during this last month.
Every day seems excruciatingly slow. The day is so close, yet, as much as we want, we can’t force the hands of the clock to rocket forward.
I’m excited and the feelings of anticipation are building as the days of just my wife and I come to a close. We don’t know what is in store for us with this child or our future.
We know what we wrote Santa about, but in the end, it doesn’t matter, we love the child. Because it’s the best gift we could have ever hoped for.
