Made From Love

Tonight as I was sitting alone trying to pass the time, I put my hand on my stomach out of habit. Her foot, which had been in a completely different region moved across my stomach and met up directly with my hand and gave it a good kick. This is not unusual. These days, she never stops moving. But still it was so directed it made me laugh. So I experimented. I took my hand off my stomach and put it in another spot. Two seconds later, and boom, she round housed me right in the palm. I moved it again, and sure enough, she foot fived me in a totally different spot.

We kept playing this game for a while. Every day, every minute it just feels like she is more of a real, live person with her own personality and spunk. And I just feel so silly, and so blessed to be able to be her Mom. Lester talks to her every day. Even if she is not being super active, she moves to the sound of her Daddy's voice. She knows it.

I don't know. Is it possible to be head over heels, completely in love without meeting a person? Because we both are. These last few days/weeks feel like an eternity...but I cherish even these small moments where we communicate our love to her until we get to hold her actually in our arms. Stevie Wonder put it best in the song we sing to her now every day:

Isn't she lovely?

Isn't she wonderful?

Isn't she precious? 

Less then one minute old.

I never thought through love we'd be

making one as lovely as she

Isn't she lovely? Made from love.

Isn't she pretty?

Truly the angels best.

Boy, I'm so happy.

We have been heaven blessed.

I can't believe what God has done.

Through us he's given life to one.

But isn't she lovely? Made from love.

[Our new decoration Lester picked out the other day. Love it!]