turns out, i didn't get a baby for my thirtieth birthday. and while i'm going crazy with waiting, i'm kind of glad.
i've been so focused on meeting her, on holding her, on getting her, that i forgot something.
it's not about me getting a daughter. (and oh, she will be so much more than my daughter. and i can't wait to see who she is and what she does. all the silly and funny and wonderful and hard decisions she will make. and all those seeds of glory are planted in her already.)
it's about her. it's about her new and bursting life. it's about God bringing a new person into the world. it's her beginning.
it's not my event at all.
and if she needs a few more days of snuggling in blissful contractiony warmth before she's ready to take on the world - i'm on it.