Friday, April 6, 2012

A Good Friday indeed.

It was on Good Friday last year that we found out about a little poppy seed named Eddy. Of course, we didn't know it was Eddy at the time but we did know that we were already in love.

That day we thought it appropriate to go to church, sit in a place of warmth and love, and count our blessings. We had been praying long and hard for this little poppy seed and we just knew that this one was going to grow and thrive.

When you get down to the nitty gritty of how it all happens, it really is amazing. A miracle, I think. So many things have to go right in order for all of the parts of a human to be made and function. I will lie in bed and watch Eddy fall asleep and stare in wonderment at the fact that his little lungs are making his chest rise and fall and that I can feel his heartbeat with my hand. We made that. I grew that. Takes my breath away.

And, oh, that heartbeat. It is the essential part that needs to work. It's the first thing you see, as just a little blink, on an ultrasound that confirms there is a baby. It's the sound you have to hear to know that everything is okay. Up until the moment he came out, that heartbeat is everything. It still is. 

So again this year, we thought it appropriate to go to church, to sit in a place of warmth and love, and count our blessings - this time with our babe. The lump in my throat becomes too big to swallow when I think of that day last year. In my wildest dreams I could never have imagined that it would be this good.

Eddy, you have brought new meaning to the words Good Friday.

Seeing the little blink for the first time at week 7, nearly one year ago.

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