Waiting

I was trying to relate what I am feeling as we anxiously await the arrival of our daughter. She keeps tricking us! On Sunday I woke up "in labor" but it stopped and then the same thing on Monday. I guess she has her own schedule and wants to keep us on our toes.

The closest that I can come to describing this is for me to tell you about another day.

On October 15, 2005 I was getting ready for the homecoming dance at TAMS. I had been ready for a while, really it doesn't take that long to do your hair and put on make-up and I had started way too early. For the last half hour before my date came I sat in my dorm room with butterflies in my stomach. Everything was ready to go, the room was clean, my purse was packed with the essentials and every hair was in place. All I could do was wait and wait. After a little bit I heard some noise coming down the hall so I looked out. Mackenzie was walking Mitchell to my room. At this point my heart was racing.

I know that sounds kind of silly. I had gone to plenty of dances and I had known Mitch for a while, as a friend. We had volunteered together and hung out a little. Little did I know, that that dance and that date would end up starting a whole new chapter in my life; the chapter in which I fell in love with my husband. Needless to say, that chapter started many others. Including the one that is about to open: Parenthood.

I sit around the house excitedly waiting for Adelaide to arrive. Her bags are packed and all of her clothes are pre-washed and folded. Her quilt is made. Her dresses are hanging in her closet. Her car seat is installed and her bed is set up. The house is clean and meals for after her arrival are in the freezer with directions written on them (in case Mitch has to prepare them) I know that this moment is big. I know that this moment is precious. I know that this moment will pass all too quickly.