Can I just say that it was just like a scene out of a movie or some sitcom? Because it was. Our instructor was a pleasant, upbeat older lady that was excited about some pregnant bellies. And plently of pregnant bellies there were. We posted up on a wall, on a blanket and with some pillows and here we began breathing techniques and ways to relieve tension caused by contractions. I wasn't sure what to expect, but I suppose I got it all. Awkward jokes, awkward moments, and a room full of clostraphobia enhanced pregnant women. Next week...the first birthing video and a tour of Labor & Delivery. Stay Tuned...
I try to wrap my head around the sound that escapes your lips as I come to grips with this new reality that's taken over me and as this untangible, unimaginable miracle paces and makes his ways into my life I can't do it.
I can't imagine your perfection the Master's reflection of joyous affection thats manifestation is staring back with loving expression.
I don't want to know what this feeling's composed until the symphany is played and we sway to the rythm of hope thats been placed in our arms. No. I want the emotion to unravel at the notion you travel into the natural and grapple these 10,000 expressions of joy and love that leave me baffled.
So I'll wait. In sheer anticipation with this proclomation that I'll love you with elation.
I hope to be undefineable to the standards you try to fit me in and only fit the mold God himself created me for. I view the world through two eyes that see naturally and a heart that sees the gifts God's given me: a wife, a baby, an amazing family, friends and a world that is imperfectly perfect. I hope somethings never change.