The pastor's sermon on Christmas Day was entitled "Great with child", referencing Luke 2:5 from the KJV, that Joseph went to Bethlehem, "To be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child." Since Christmas Day was exactly one week before our daughter-in-law's due date, the whole subject really resonated with us. Although we listened as he spoke of Mary, and how the birth of Jesus took place, we couldn't help but think of Kim.
As the sermon progressed, he talked more about the waiting, the anticipation. And a quote that jumped out at me was this: "I'm looking forward to looking back on this." Now to be honest, in context that line was from a story of someone going through difficult times, and anticipating getting through it, and being able to look back. But I thought how appropriate it was in light of good times, as well.
Don't get me wrong, we absolutely can't wait for this granddaughter to make her appearance. I've actually already got my hospital bag packed----I've got snacks to keep the two grandfathers-to-be and the uncle-to-be fed and happy. Magazines to read. Camera. Extra batteries. Needlework to keep me entertained. A note attached to remember to add the cell phone charger at the last minute. I'm keeping clothes clean at all times so I can wear something comfortable to the hospital for the final "waiting" hours. That sort of stuff. I want to be ready when we get "the call".
But as much as I can't wait to see this sweet little girl, I don't ever want to forget the waiting, the months leading up to her arrival. That glorious day when they told us she would be coming----wow, what a beautiful memory. The next day, talking to Kim's mom once she heard the news, and our excitement as we talked. The following weeks when we kept the big secret, since no one outside the immediate family knew the news yet. Being present when one of the great-grandmothers-to-be found out. The honor of being present for an ultrasound visit in July, when Aaron was out of town, and the joy that filled the room when the ultrasound tech said, "Your baby looks perfect!" A few days later when we learned little baby was a girl------we grandmothers tried to get the ultrasound tech to tell us that piece of information, but to no avail! It was so much fun learning it the way we did, in a restaurant, over lunch, with Cameron listening on speaker phone from camp while the grandparents simultaneously opened gift bags that contained pink (pink!!!!) tiny hats and socks. I wouldn't trade those days for anything.
There were showers to get us through the fall. Watching the nursery take shape, seeing a crib readied for her arrival, and dresser drawers fill with tiny little outfits was great fun. To go in the nursery, and see all the preparations, and realize that in a few months----weeks----days----there will be a precious, tiny, beautiful baby girl taking up residence there was almost surreal.
But the waiting, as hard as it is, because we want to see her and hold her and love her so badly, has been a beautiful time. I am completely looking forward to her arrival, but I always want to look back with joy and remember these days of waiting. They've been precious, precious days. And she's definitely worth the wait!